It turns out that one of the two ducks is the healthiest, the largest and the most beautiful, and it is the best of the three ducks. Dad is sure it's a male, but he can also see how the big duck bullies the small one. When he meets his master, usually referring to my father, he will jump like crazy. The long duck neck stuck out from the crack in the iron cage, and his voice began to cry in despair. When father comes, it means there is a signal of food. Dad stared at wherever he saw, shaking his body from side to side, blocking the two ducklings behind him, and there was no "hope" at all Dad took the empty dish basin out of the cage and quickly loaded it with cut vegetables. When he reached for the basin from the small door above the cage, the Dagong duck could not hold back! He jumped out of the cage with a jerk, and his little head on his long neck almost plunged into the plate. The duck's mouth makes a "dadada" sound, which is comparable to the pig's cry. At this time, I couldn't help it. I waved a few hands and the duck jumped. "Quack" and "Sue" who are still indignant. These three ducks are very afraid of me. As soon as I came, they got up from the cage and got into the corner of the cage, just like a mouse sees a cat. In this "situation" of escape, Dagong duck has great advantages. He can knock other ducklings open with his body, hold others by his neck, and step on the smallest one!

Clever as he is, he is cunning and timid. But yesterday, he "flew" down from the upstairs and hit the concrete road in front of the garage.

Yesterday afternoon, my father and I released the ducks. Dad drove three ducks back to the cage on the small balcony. I go to the bathroom to go to the bathroom. When I was sweating in the shower, I only vaguely heard my father shouting on the small balcony over there. I wonder: Did the duck fall? As soon as I got out of the bathroom, I saw my father walking to the elevator in a hurry. He was still sighing: "Oh, no, a duck fell …" Before I could ask, he had already gone downstairs. As soon as I was stunned, I immediately ran to the small balcony, stood on tiptoe and tried to show him the bottom. I saw a car stop, and a woman's voice was sharp and surprised. After a while, a security guard came running, and they were all in a hurry. At this time, my father appeared. He trotted to the scene, eagerly took the duck from the security guard, held it in his hand, apologized to the security guard, and hurried upstairs.

The duck returned home safely. Dad's diagnosis is that one leg is broken and he can't walk. Now he can only squat on the ground. Seeing the Dagong duck looking at us pitifully, it seems that he doesn't know what happened. But I know how he fell. The small balcony is very small, and there is no one under the balcony railing. The duck must have refused to return, jumped out of the empty space and fell to the ground. I thought to myself: well, you used to step on others, and now it's time for others to step on you. Dad is so thoughtful. He didn't put the duck back in the cage, so he was sure to be trampled to death by another duck! I saw Dagong duck lying on the ground, his stomach seemed to be pumping, but the speed was very slow. I'm sure it's not as simple as breaking your leg. It must be an internal injury, the internal organs are broken, and you will die sooner or later. My mother and I are very sure.

In the evening, we go out to eat. As soon as we came back, Dagong duck's head had fallen asleep on the brick next to it. Dad stepped forward and touched it. "Oh, it seems that it has been dead for a long time ..." Alas, this proud Dagong duck died like this. It must have been painful to see him before. I wonder if he repented.

Finally, I want to say that every time I think about it, I will think of a book we read, Dream of the Wolf King. The mother wolf has five children, and the strongest one dies one after another, leaving only the youngest one. The mother wolf pinned all her hopes on this little wolf. We still have two ducklings, and we will protect them.