Leda and the Duck
No sex in this. It's just cute :)
I used to have a duck when I was a little girl.
We named him Wukwuk.
We did this because he made a sound:
"Wuk. Wuk."
You can see the connection.
He always tried to bite my toes, so I had to wear sneakers when I went outside to play. I didn't mind though, because I loved my Wukwuk! I just stomped up and down and squealed and ran around with him chasing me all over the place, trying to bite my toes and going "Wukwukwuk . . ."
At bedtime, I could hear him outside my window making occasional little lonely Wukwuk sounds, like:
"Wuk? . . . . . . . . . [long lonely pause] Wuk? . . . . . ."
Everytime I thought he had given up and gone to sleep, I'd hear another "Wuk?" On he would go, wukking through the night, the way lonely wolves howl at the moon. I knew his little duck heart was really crying out for me, and only me, his beautiful seven year old love goddess, urging me to come to him and shower him with kisses and fresh toes to bite.
Lying there alone in my bedroom, with the windows closed shut, I would put my hands to my mouth and whisper, so softly that nobody else could hear, the inaudible word: "wuuuuuk . . ."
After a pause, there would come from outside an anxious "Wuk?!"
And then again, "Wuk!!"
And then "Wuk! Wuk??? Wuuuuuuk!!!!!! Wuk! Wuk! WUK! WUK! WUK! WUK! WUK! WUK! Wuk! Wuk?? WUK! Wuk! Wuk! Wukwukwukwuk!!!! Wuk . . ."
And my father would yell at me to shut the fuck up and quit teasing him or he was going to give my duck to Vietnamese boat people.
Outside: "Wuk wuk WUK!! Wuk??? WUUUUUUUUUK! Wuk? Wuk. Wuk! WukwukwukWUKWUK . . ."
I giggled and pulled the covers up over my nose, waiting until there was quiet once more, nothing but the sound of the refrigerator going off and on, and the muffled sounds of crickets outside my window. And as the pale light of the full moon passed through the shutters over my bed, I would lower the cover from my face, smiling wickedly and whisper so softly no one else but Wukwuk would hear: "wuuuuk . . ."
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