“Cluck, Cluck” said the duck,

“Quack, Quack!” I said back.

The duck got mad. The duck got cross.

He yelled out “Who made you the boss?”

“I’m not a duck! I am me!”

“I’m a chicken! You will see!”

“I saw a house. It had a door.”

“With mirrors there on every floor.”

“In those mirrors, I’m different birds!”

I did not believe a single word.

“We will go there! Past the tree!”

“I’m a chicken! You will see!”

“I’m not going. You are strange!”

But his mind could not be changed.

“I can be who I want to be!”

“I’m a chicken! You will see!”

“Fine.” I said, “What’s the harm?”

“But after go back to the farm.”

Duck was glad. Duck was happy.

His feathers went all flippy-flappy.

“Mirrors change you! You AND me!”

“I’m a chicken! You will see!”

“I’m a human, you silly duck.”

“Not for long!” he said and clucked.

I rolled my eyes. I made a smirk.

“You’re just a duck…with a quirk.”

“A bird who talks!” Which was true.

I could not fight THAT point of view.

“We are there!” He jumped with glee.

“I’m a chicken! You will see!”

“If you’re a chicken, I’m a cow.”

“But I’m not ‘moo-ing’ anyhow!”

The house was open. The door was wide.

We climbed the steps. We walked inside.

And when we left, duck turned to me,

and said, “Now, who will you be?”

I said, “Moo.”