one Easter for their 3 sons. They lived on 10 acres outside of town. I was a city kid, but that uncle was my godfather and I spent 2 weeks at their home every summer when school was out.
As the ducks grew, they had free range of the property. Then, one summer day while I was at their home for my usual 2 weeks, they decided to "harvest" the ducks. Both my aunt and uncle had grown up on farms where they had occasionally killed a chicken for dinner.
I was about 9 years old. They asked me to help them round up the ducks into a corner of their lot so they could grab them. When one of the ducks got close to the corner, I ran forward and shooed it away to save its life. My uncle sent me indoors. I heard the squawking when they were caught and then the silence.
Next day at dinner, they tried to pass off the duck to me as chicken but I refused to touch it. I told them that I knew what the "chicken" was. I ate mashed potatoes with butter (no gravy) and veggies. .
My uncle said that my family was not vegetarian and I ate meat at home, so what was the problem? I told him that I would not eat something that I had personally known. He dropped the subject.
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