i knew from the moment that i stepped foot in the park, there was something wrong. an awful, dark feeling crept over me like a sickness. something was terribly wrong. my mind raced with all the possibilities of what could have happened to cause such a eerie feeling to surround the park this afternoon. i slowly walked closer to the middle of the park, towards the pond. nothing could have prepared me for what i saw there. i held back the urge to throw up as i oberved the horrible sight. bodies lay everywhere. duck bodies. it was a massacre. a duck massacre. who or what could have done such a thing, i wondered... it was horrible. i forced myself to walk among them, searching for any sign of life. but whoever did this, knew what they were doing and left none alive. as i looked closer, i noticed the lack of blood. actually, there was no blood. no stray feathers, no evidence of a struggle... it was strange. i fought back tears as i stumbled upon the body of the old looking duck with the tuft of feathers on his head. the duck that i had laughed at so many times before, the duck that i loved to watch and talk about, now lay lifeless on the ground before me. i called outloud, hoping there would be someone else around, someone who knew what happened, someone to provide some answers to my questions regarding this strange massacre, but there was no one. i made my way to the bridge that crossed over the pond and lay down in the middle of it. i looked up to the sky and watched it go from a clear, crisp blue to a dark, cold grey. starts began to shine as nightfall surrounded me. suddenly a strange feeling came over me... i had never felt this way before... as i thought about the feeling, trying to recognize it from somewhere, i realized that it was peace... a deep peace like i had never known before, the only kind of peace that someone might feel after they die. then i realized, i was dead. at some point during the night, while lying there on that bridge, i had died. then i got the answer to my question... it was no massacre, it was an epedimic. a duck epedimic. wich was why there was no sign of struggle, all the ducks had died peacefuly and quietly, just as i did...

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im feeling sort of sad and lonely.