I looked around.I was at someone's house.The house was decorated with christmas junk.It was obviously christmas break.It seemed to be in the 80s.There was a small 7 year old boy duck with red hair,a 14 year old boy duck with red hair, and a small 4 year old little girl with red hair.It seemed that they couldn't see me.
"John,when is mommy coming home from her christmas shopping?Me and Jessica are bored!" asked the 7 year old.
"She will be home soon,Jack.She doesn't have a lot of money because she had to pay that divorce attorney a lot of money." said John.
"Well,I'm glad that daddy isn't here to hurt mommy anymore.I hate bearing his name! Promise not to call me Junior,OK?" said Jack Jr.
"Oh crap!" exclaimed John.
"What?"
"Mom is home,but dad's truck is parking behind her!"
"Wait I want to see!"
"No!He has a gun!"
Suddenly,they heard a gunshot and the door was knocked down.There, in the doorway,was the father that they were talking about.He had red hair and a gun.Jack Jr.ran away,grabbing Jessica and taking her with him.They ran to the kitchen and heard another gunshot.Jack knew that the gun had shot his mother and brother,but Jessica didn't understand.
"What's happening,brufer?"she asked.
He had tears in his eyes."They are..well...taking a nap."
"For how long?"
"...Forever" he said,sadly.Why was he so familiar?
"Jack Jr. Quackerin and Jessica Quackerin!Where are you?Daddy is looking for you!" shouted Jack Sr.
Jessica,not understanding that her father was a murderer,squirmed outta her brother's reach and went out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"I'm right here Daddy!" she said innocently.Jack Jr. had tears in his eyes and he ran to the living room,but it was too late.The gunshot rang in his ears and he stopped in front of his mother's room.There was a phone in there.He went in and dialed 911.They were on there way over but he ran outta the room,knowing his father heard his voice.He hid in the basement till he heard the police arrive and his father leave.He stayed in his hiding spot,crying.A police man heard his cries and came and got him.The man handed him a box.In it,was some sorta banana doll.It was the gift from his mother that she had just bought.
"Thanks." he whispered.
I woke up,realizing that it was just a dream.It was dark outside.I felt really relieved and I turned to where QuackerJack was.He was still sleeping.Wait!That kid in my dream was QuackerJack!I am so rotten for yelling at him.I hope he forgives me.I must have knocked us both out and I probably went in his mind,where his memories were.Poor guy!I went back to sleep,trying to think of a way to make it up to him.