
Marissa Maciel’s previous work for The Toast can be found here.
Dear Miss Brown Shoes,
Hello! You were so kind to stop by and greet us the other day, and our leadership committee felt that we should contact you formally to share our story with you.
We have spent many years reaching out to people we believe will be sympathetic to our plea. As someone who frequents the Bonny Lake Park, and as an animal lover, we know you can help us.
We are a group of migrant water fowl; people call us White Campbell ducks. Our patriarch, Reginald, comes from a long line of duck royalty and is a descendant of the famous Jemima Puddleduck on his mother’s side of the family. Reginald has been leading us over the years to potentially great living sites but, alas, we seem to alway strike out. Ponds, golf courses, water parks, even car washes with water features, lead us no closer to a food source.
Dear Miss, would you please find it in your kind heart to bring food to our flock, at least once a week? Perhaps on a Sunday before you go to church? Or Wednesday morning, when you take your dog for a walk nearby?
Bread, bagels, birdseed, even expired cereal would be great. Though I will ask out of propriety to avoid Stove Top Stuffing mix, as it boasts a “chicken” flavor and as you can guess that wouldn’t suit us well. Reginald would have an apoplectic fit. Then again, a real treat would be some microwaved popcorn, but we don’t look askew at cracked kernels either.
What we are asking may seem simple, but there are some complicating factors. We are sometimes joined by other roving families – American Coots, Canada Geese, Mallards – who are more aggressive at finding food, so please feel free to shoo them away if they approach you. Also, the children at the park can be awfully agitating, and Reginald is getting on in years, so anything you could do to stop the children from chasing us away from the food would be appreciated.
And Miss, just to be clear: you might see other people feeding us, sometimes several groups a day, but don’t think that we are satisfied. You alone will know what foods we best need, so please visit us as much as you can. We are putting our trust in you. If you are approached by someone who works for the park and they ask you to stop feeding us, we’ve found it best to just play along with them until they leave.
If for some reason you can’t make it to the park, well, please know we feel a loss without you there. Please return as soon as possible. Or send someone in your place. Or maybe just have one of those grocery store delivery people come and rip open a bag of potato chips for us; there’d be no harm in that.
Thank you again for taking up our cause. We’ll be nesting soon, and our babies will need much care and feeding. As you know, this world can be so hard for wild animals, especially young ones left to live out their days in the weather, exposed to the elements. Don’t forget about us.
Sincerely,
The Starving Ducks at the Pond
Marissa Maciel is a writer and illustrator.
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dakimel 122p · 571 weeks ago
Just look at all the squirrel trigger-words: "cracked kernels" "popcorn" "potato chips" - the hubris of these rodents is not to be believed!
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bgprincipessa 108p · 571 weeks ago
Luke: How about the real story?
Jess: That is the real story. The thing came out of nowhere and beaked me right in the eye.
Luke: It beaked you?
Jess: You still don't believe me.
Luke: I've just never heard the word beaked used as a verb before.
lilsebastian01 151p · 571 weeks ago
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literarysara 119p · 571 weeks ago
I wonder if this is finally the appropriate place to finally talk about this NPR article about bird monogamy. There's a toss-off line about how swans have a 5% divorce rate, but here is the part that I am obsessed with:
"Albatrosses are 100 percent faithful. That's not to say that albatross dads don't occasionally have a dalliance with ladies who aren't their mates. That happens. But the original pair stays intact.
Toasties, who are these swinging lady albatrosses with whom dad albatrosses are allegedly hooking up? Are they also in open albatross marriages or just haven't settled down yet?
Nimona 125p · 571 weeks ago
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raqueue 115p · 571 weeks ago
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SarahDances 143p · 571 weeks ago
I have been the lone voice of reason, telling her not to be taken in by the feathered bastards. Water fowl are not to be trusted!
bgprincipessa 108p · 571 weeks ago
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aravisthequeen 134p · 571 weeks ago
We keep saying that if she had thumbs she would dial animal control SO FAST and lie horribly about how we are starving her to death. To death I say.
dakimel 122p · 571 weeks ago
So then I came home three days later, and he'd eaten all of the kibble I'd left out for him, and the other human hadn't refilled his bowl, so I had to concede he had a point, and now he's all "see? SEE? Munch, munch, munch."
rangiferina 95p · 571 weeks ago
...this is adorable.
Standard Tuber · 571 weeks ago
Reginald, Angela, Sir Billousby, Walter, Felicity, Beatrice, Maggie, Louisa.
highfivesforall 98p · 571 weeks ago
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EPWordsnatcher 126p · 571 weeks ago
edit: A++ for the Beatrix Potter reference
Lyzz13 107p · 571 weeks ago
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anninyn 124p · 571 weeks ago
It was probably trying to pickpocket drunks.
Nimona 125p · 571 weeks ago
Yesterday I noticed a poster taped to a phone pole on my block soliciting volunteers to help feed "two feral cat colonies" in the neighborhood. Is this weird?
I know there are feral cat colonies around and I have seen ladies giving them dishes of food, but is this really the kind of thing people solicit honest-to-goodness volunteers to do regularly? Like, am I the crazy one here thinking that it's insane to treat a couple dozen cats living in someone else's vacant lot like they're your pets and you are responsible for finding people to feed them when you're out of town?
thebellewitch 122p · 571 weeks ago
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alex king · 571 weeks ago
'Cause that second one, the lady two doors down perpetrated until she got sent upstate to the Cat Lady Sanctuary in the Sky, then the first one asked very nicely for permission to set traps on our lot. (Which I helped with, gleefully, for the 6 months it took to clear out the colony, so I could let my own pet cat out instead of struggling with her daily to keep her safe from the herd.)
raqueue 115p · 571 weeks ago
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breakfastpumpkin 112p · 571 weeks ago
Every day, the horses would come down the hill to drink, and every day, the geese, enraged at this trespass, would chase them off. The poor horses would stand a couple of metres from the water, cowering, staring thirstily at it, but never daring to fight back. Then their savior, the duck would come to the rescue.
Mr. Duck would swim up behind the troublesome geese and pluck out their tailfeathers. When they turned to contront him, he'd flap his wings and scream avian murder. Finally, the geese would surrender and swim to the other side of the pond; then Mr. Duck would patrol while the horses took their drink.
Never did the geese realize that they outnumbered the duck and could have easily defeated him. Never did the horses realize that they outweighed the geese by a factor of, oh, a hundred, and could certainly have trampled them. Always the same hierarchy prevailed: duck > geese > horses.
The story behind that lone duck was that he had come to the camp as one of four -- two couples. A fox killed the other three. He survived -- emboldened, impassioned, and deranged. A true superhero.
breakfastpumpkin 112p · 571 weeks ago
Signed, Catherine who is totally not a duck. Really.
aqueousmedium 105p · 571 weeks ago
There's a fancy little pond in the research park where I work and one of the yearly signs of spring is the return of two mallards and a lady duck to its stately confines. It has yet to be determined whether they're what's left of two couples or whether it's a little duck triad, but they sure know how to pick their real estate.
mannequin_hands 52p · 571 weeks ago
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