the curious incident of the duck in the night time

the other day i accidentally ran over a duck while listening to a meditation tape in my car. of course i felt dreadful. the last thing i want to do is kill a duck. i want to kill nothing. i like birds and the duck is my favourite. the situation was very unfair. i was driving home from uni at midnight on a quiet unlit road, listening to a mediation tape for self development and Boom. duck walked right in front of my car. i pulled over 100 metres down the road and followed the prints which were evenly spaced, stamped on the asphault by the rolling tire. noticing it was not a single unbroken trail like in games, i felt like a real forensic scientist: quite smart. another car pulled over and a young vetinerian looking woman ran out to the duck with a blanket, wrapping it in her arms. "its cooked" she said, and drew the duck backwards when i tried to stroke its beak. "dead" she said. oh shit, i said. god damn damn damn. "i wasnt wearing my glasses and even i saw the duck crossin the fuckin…