The beginning

It was a dark night when it all happened. Ducks were sleeping peacefully, not bothering about what was going to happen in a few minutes. They were having their usual duck dreams, quacking in their sleep from time to time.

Humans were inaudibly approaching the duck house with a flashlight, shushing each other.

"Keep quiet," hissed a woman's voice.

"You do not want them to wake up and thrash around, do you?"

"How many ducks are you giving me, aunt Rebecca?" asked younger woman's voice.

"Take two. Well, you know how your uncle Tom loves them roasted, so my guess is the rest of the four ducks will be eaten by the end of the month."

"Which ones can I take?"

"Whichever you grab," came the short reply.

He was awaken by a wild fear. A hand mercilessly grabbed his beautiful black wing and dragged him to the door. He made a loud, alarming quack, startling rest of the ducks, and the chaos began...

Ducks were thrashing around, beating their wings frantically and pecking the hand that was trying to grab them. The noise was deafening.

The ducks made a triumphant quack when the hand disappeared, naively thinking that victory was theirs, but their fragile hope shattered into small pieces when a rubber gloved hand reappeared!

The birds were trapped. They could not escape. The only thing they could do was to hide in the furthest corner of the duck house.

A beautiful brown duck had almost reached the corner when a monstrous hand grabbed his leg and dragged him to the door.

The bird beat his wings, stretched his neck, and quacked desperately. His small heart was pounding heavily in his chest. There was no escape, no chance of survival. The monster just grasped his beak to make him quiet.

The hand dragged him out of the duck house and pushed him into a woven basket.

Everything went black and quiet...