Duck shooting

[Peter Shute <>]

Text of the letter:
"BY THE time you read this, I will be dead. I'm a duck on Victoria's wetlands 
that spent her days swimming, dabbling, upending in the water. I mated, laid 
eggs and raised ducklings every year.

I'm also an imaginary duck, a duck in your mind. I'm one of Leunig's ducks - a 
figure of friendship and loyalty who helped you along in the world.

This morning, I flew over the water and was hit with shotgun pellets that broke 
my bones and shattered my bill. It was a long time before someone mercifully 
broke my neck.

You killed me when all I wanted was what you want, too: life and freedom."

Keep it up, Debbie.

Peter Shute


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