| The Evil Quack of Death by Anthony Fierstos |
| There once was an ugly duckling named Quack. None of the other ducklings liked him. They would tease and make fun of Quack. What made things worse, his parents had been killed in a freak accident when he was only two. His only friend, the girl he loved, was named Lucy. They got married fifteen years later. After the wedding, Lucy and Quack went on a duck honeymoon to Niagara Falls. While sightseeing around the beautiful town, the newlyweds decided to visit a wax museum. In the museum there was a room just for notorious killers like Charles Manson. There was also another, smaller room with statues of killers who had never been caught. Lucy tried to avert her husband's attention, but to no avail. Quack was shocked and surprised at what he saw inside. Terror overtook Quack and he ran from the museum as fast as his webbed feet could carry him. Lucy was left by herself, staring at what had scared her husband to the point of pure insanity. A lifesize wax molding of herself. Poor Quack didn't know what to do. Should he turn his loving wife into the police? Or should he take matters into his own hands? Quack returned to the hotel to get some rest. Lucy was waiting there. She tried for over an hour to apologize to Quack for her old life. But by then Quack had figured it out. His parents did not die in a freak accident. Lucy had murdered them in cold blood. She didn't want anyone else to love him. All the anger Quack had felt in his entire life built up inside of him. "Quack." Quack said to Lucy. "Quack, quack." Then, out of nowhere, a horn grew out of Quack's head. He repeatedly plunged it into the breast of Lucy. As she laid dying on the bed, she offered Quack her sorrow. "I'm sorry, Quack!" "Quack." said Quack. "Quack, Quack." |