They say that I am chicken-pecked, but that is not quite right. Yes, my quacklings quack at me, but this plucky-ducky will back-fight.

You see, little quackers are not aware the faux pas of doubting regnancy that is mine—for they will grubstake their own grubs with hunger on the line.

These wings can cover with warmthful love ducklings who are polite. Or, away from spicy ducklings, these wings will spread for taking flight. ; )

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