[b]0[/b]: because it doesn't exist, yet it can destroy the universe. It was a normal day for Billy the duck as he was swimming down the stream, looking for today's dinner. when suddenly, a violent storm appeared as if from nowhere. It turned the stream into a raging white river. He struggled with every last inch of effort he could muster. He had hit several rocks, logs, and other obstacles before he was able to get to the shore. Billy was nearly in shock, he could barely comprehend what had just happened. He had never appreciated the solid ground more than he did at that moment. The storm had already started to subside, but not before it could carry him... what? a mile down stream? more? Billy was hurting everywhere, and he was utterly exhausted. He lied there near the bank for what seemed like hours, but was more than likely just a few minutes. He had no idea where he was, or how he would ever make it home he began to feel that sinking possibility that he may never make it home, that he would die there, alone, forgotten... Then suddenly, he remembered his wife, his family, what they'd do with him gone, how they would feel if they lost him. It was at that moment where he vowed that he would put every last breath he had left into getting back to where he belongs. He began putting weight on his feet, a sharp pain shot through his left leg; he was certain at this point that it was either broken or otherwise severely injured. He dismissed any thoughts that came with it and did his best to ignore it. He was already standing up, tall and proud, feeling that nothing could keep him down. Not even something like a broken leg. "I'm coming back to you" He whispered to himself, as if someone could hear it. "One foot in front of the other!" he groaned. He began to roar through the pain as if he were storming into battle alongside a legion of comrades, it was at this moment when he knew he was capable of returning to his family, it was this moment when- *BOOM*............. Alas, a single pull of a trigger, a single bullet to the head, and Billy's great endeavor was ended, no warning, no fear, no pain. The hunter picked up billy's corpse and began to casually walk home, not thinking twice about the life he had just taken. The Moral: Duck makes a terrific dinner.