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7
Gabriel was pressing his beak into the dirt and tried to keep his butt as close to the earth as he could, as well. The tall grass was hiding him well enough, he figured.
The honey-colored duck fixed his target with his eyes and made himself ready to bounce by wiggling his rump slightly.
"Prepare to die!" he yelled, jumping in front of the mouse with his wings held high. It was too bad that the mouse could not appreciate the absolutely terrifying look he made, because it had fainted the very moment Gabriel had appeared in front of it.
The honey-colored duck coked his head and frowned as much as a duck could before ducking down to poke the unconscious mouse with his beak. This was not quite how this was supposed to go! There was nothing heroic or even interesting about a kill that happened while the victim wasn't awake to scream in terror!
The mouse blinked a few times before he realized the duck was still there. His eyes widened comically and he passed out again.
"Hey, are you alright?" Gabriel asked once the mouse had gained consciousness again.
The little being twitched, but nodded after a short moment.
"So, what's your name?" the duck inquired in a chit-chat tone.
"Chuck," the mouse squealed in an extremely squeaky voice, even considering he was a mouse.
"Nice to meet you, Chuck, I'll be the one to kill you, today!" Gabriel said and watched fascinated as the mouse promptly fainted again. What a strange little thing he was!
The honey-colored duck held Chuck's tail in his beak and carried him off toward the bush where they had their nest. He really wanted to introduce the strange mouse to Sam before he killed him. Besides, Gabriel hadn't quite figured out how he was going to do it. Break his neck, probably.
"Sammy, look what I caught!" the honey-colored duck announced proudly and let Chuck drop to the ground in front of the bigger duck none too gently. The mouse twitched a couple of times but remained unconscious.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Sam asked, staring at the mouse in front of his feet, "Don't tell me you adopted a mouse as a playmate for our kitten?"
Chuck twitched some more when the word 'kitten' fell, but his eyes remained closed.
"Of course not!" Gabriel replied, outraged at the idea, "I heroically caught a mouse as food for our kitten!"
"What?" both Sam and Chuck exclaimed.
"The sooner he learns to eat things like Chuck there, the sooner we don't have to carry Jesse over to Ellen every few hours!" Gabriel explained logically, addressing both his partner and the mouse.
They had made the trip to the farm carrying the kitten in the baby carrier two or three times every day for about a week, thus the honey-colored duck had decided that Jesse should learn to love the taste of meat sooner rather than later.
"You can't kill me!" Chuck squealed, "I have a wife and about sixty children… give or take a dozen."
Gabriel looked at the little fellow definitely impressed after hearing that number. Even if some of the kids were quadruplets that still added up to lots of sex. The duck decided to kill Chuck quickly out of respect for his accomplishment, but kill him anyway for bragging and out of jealousy.
"Gabe, we're not killing Chuck!" Sam stated definitely.
The other duck deflated noticeably and sat down next to Jesse's baby bed – as known as the farmer's wife's bra – to sulk. He had put so much effort into this and now he didn't even get to murder the little bastard. He could have killed Chuck just for spoiling his fun!
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" the mouse squeaked and actually went as far as to kiss the taller duck's feet out of gratefulness.
"Are you changing your mind, yet?" Gabriel asked in a devilish tone of voice. It was easy to see that Sam wasn't all that happy with the mouse that very moment.
Chuck twitched again and quickly moved away from both ducks and from the sleeping kitten. Looking at the baby, he wouldn't have been able to eat the mouse, anyway. That didn't mean that the ducks couldn't have killed him, however.
"No worries, nobody here will kill you," Sam assured the mouse in a gentle tone. He was a little worried that the little creature's heart might give out at this point. Alright, Jesse might try to eat him, once he was big enough for things like that, but he absolutely wouldn't remind the mouse of that.
"You can leave now," the brown duck told the mouse.
He wasn't even done speaking before Chuck had already left the bush.
