Poor little duckling!!!

I grew up on a small holding about 30km outside Port Elizabeth, Greenbushes. That was some childhood. Was a real tomboy. Climbing trees, catching animals to keep as my pets, swimming in our dam (because we did not have a swimming pool then). I went to the farm school. The bus would pick me up infront of my house and drop me off again in the afternoon.

Once I caught a wild duckling on our dam. Still today I cant remember how I actually did catch the little duckling. It was only a few days old, it still had the little sharp edge on his beak to crack the egg open (don't know what you call it)Put it became my pet. Cant remember what I called it.
I used a baby bath for him in the day to swim in while I was in school and in the afternoons I will take him to one of the smaller dams for a swim and to eat plankton in the water. I even took him to school the one day for a oral. I only had him for a week. My little sister was about 4 years old and stayed with the maid in the day. On the Friday afternoon when I came home I found my little duckling pet floating in the baby bath. I started crying. I went to my little sister and asked her what happened to my pet. So she said she only played with him by pushing him under the water, she wanted to see how he swims under water.

My sister drowned my little duckling.