Lucky Duck, a duck in a million

when I was little we had a chook pen with chooks and ducks in it. we had heaps of ducks. but one day we got a new one. she was yellow at first but as she got older she grew white. one night the little white duck disapeared. we could not find her any where, as we thourght she might of been taken by a fox. but the next night there was a strange noise outside. we woke up and silently walked up to the chook pen. in the distance we could see a little white creature standing on the top of the hill. it was the white duck that we had thourght was taken by a fox. but all of a sudden, she waddled down the hill right up to our feet. we knew what to call her, Lucky Duck. Lucky duck became the best duck i had ever had. she kept on disapearing but she always came back. it was spring and Lucky duck was sitting on her very own eggs. i always ran to the the chook pen in the morning as i had to look after all the other animals on the farm. one day i ran to check on the eggs, and there sitting under lucky duck were 12 little ducklings. they were all yellow and wet as they had just been born. when the ducklings got older lucky duck started taking them for walks around the farm. we soon put a sign up at the bottom of our drive saying DUCKLINGS FOR FREE because we knew we couldnt keep them all. our next door neighbours bourght some and people in town bourght some as well. we ended up with one little duckling which we kept. i forgot his name but he was just like his mother, lucky duck, as time went by things changed and lucky duck took her son down to the dam for a little swim. as they got older, we didnt realy have to worry about them any more but we still checked on them every night. onev day, i ran out to the chook pen to greet the chooks and the ducks, but to my surprize there was no chooks or ducks in the chook pen. i looked around the corner and there, silently lying on the ground were all the chooks. a fox had been in the chook pen and had killed all of the chooks. but all of a sudden i saw something white in the corner. it was Lucky duck. i ran over to her, as i was so happy that she was alive. But......... she wasnt. she lay silently in the dirt, i started to cry so loudly that i didnt notice that Lucky ducks son stood behind me. i hugged him so tight as i knew we both missed her very very much! we said good bye to our dear freind as we knew we would meet her again and keep her hopes up. as time went by it was very quiet around the farm. we knew that Lucky duck was dearly missed, but lucky duck will never be forgotten, as she made the farm happy. Lucky duck is one in a million and will never be forgotten! Good bye Lucky duck Your Lucky Duck, the duck in a million!