A couple of hours pass. I watch some Forensic Files and while watching The Daily Show, I hear a strange noise coming from the kitchen:
I can see an eye!! My god, the suspense is killing me! Chick, Duck or what?
The following morning, after a restless night spent worrying over Nursery schools versus Montessori schools for the Chick/Duck, I see this:
I see a...ummm...uh...a....thing coming out the side of the Duck...no Chick...no, Duck? The tension is unbearable, so I leave for work, letting nature take it course in my absence.
Later that evening, I check in on "Thing Hatching in My Kitchen" and see this: OK, so I can see a bill and two eyes..it's a Duck. But there is something not quite right about it's body, and this concerns me. I go online and research things like "lame ducks" and "odd ducks" on Web MD...to no avail.
A while later and it's time to break the Duck out of its very "Brave New World" incubator:
I am now very concerned for my Duck, who I have decided to name "Lame". Something is terribly wrong. The body is not really "Duck Like" and I am not feeling any love for him.
I thought perhaps re-introducing him to his womb may do something:WRONG. Now he is a fat, ugly, misshapen Duck. He also has this evil/worried expression that reminds me of a kid who sets fires, then can't escape them. Lame is not what I expected for my 1.99.
I take Lame back out of the incubator womb and set him up for his official birth portrait. I try not to show him my disgust:
As you can clearly see in this photo, Lame is worried that his webbed feet my never fully develop. Or maybe he is worried about his close proximity to my garbage can.
Below is a side shot of Lame:Lame's lower body really shows what a $1.99 Duck looks like. I don't think any more "Birth Eggs" will be purchased this Easter.
PLEASE NOTE: Lame is still alive and well, sitting in my kitchen by the fish tank. As ugly as he is, I could not turn him out into the streets. I wonder if he would like to "visit" the beach? Hmmmm.