Veggietales I Love My Duck Novels & Stories

"The real medal will be won tonight—when I massage your back, feed you gelato, and let you cry over a video of a duck befriending a golden retriever." She blinked, catching up slowly. "There is a video like that?" He sat up straight and reached into his pocket for his phone. "I downloaded five." Valeria gasped. "I married a genius." And you," he began, launching the video as he cozied up next to her, "are my whole world." Huddled under a blanket, plates abandoned and giggles still ringing in the air, they sat and observed the duck-and-dog camaraderie strengthen—crying, laughing, and snatching kisses between licks of mango milkshake.

"Dinner is almost done. Just resting the meat." "It smells incredible, Greg. Seriously," I gushed. "Thanks. It's a lemon and garlic roasted chicken breast, with crispy parmentier potatoes and balsamic-glazed purple sprouting broccoli," he explained proudly. "Oh," I said, letting my face fall into a mask of sudden, solemn disappointment. "I'm a strict vegan, Greg. I'm so sorry." The colour drained instantly from his face. His hazel eyes widened in absolute panic. "Oh, damn it. I am such an idiot. I should have asked! I can...I can make you some toast? Or maybe a salad? Does Mari have any tofu?"

Another elder cried. "The flavor is a dream." Someone yelled. "I will dream of this duck tonight." Another person added. Alpha Stone wiped his eyes. "I hate to admit it. This is the finest duck I have ever eaten. It is a work of art." “But how did you achieve this flavor.” Alpha Stone inquired. “My chefs soaked the duck in pawpaw stock for some days. Then they dried it out in the sun. They did that so that the duck can absorb the flavour of the pawpaw stock. And it would be easy to cut it out.”

It was small, cozy, and smelled faintly of earth, smoke, and herbs. Not long after we had settled in, Villion quietly stepped back outside. I watched from the doorway as he approached his stallion, which stood waiting calmly just beyond the entrance. The moonlight caught the edges of the horse’s mane as Villion gently took its reins and led it toward the nearby stream. The stream was close just a short walk from the hut and I could hear the faint trickle of running water. As I began laying out the contents of the basket I had brought, carefully placing each item on the table. “We caught some wild ducks earlier… have you thought of a recipe? Any idea how you might want to cook them?” Earl ask

Curious. “Name?” “Mira.” He eyed me like I was a suspicious stain on his favorite rug. “Taste it.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “The duck. Then the rice. Then the carrots.” “I didn’t cook it.” “I didn’t ask if you cooked it.” “So you’re assuming I’m suicidal enough to poison myself for you?” “Yes.” I snorted, grabbed the fork, and took an exaggeratedly large bite of duck. Chewed loudly. Swallowed. Made eye contact the entire time. Did the same with the rice. Then the carrots.

After they had cleaned the house, they collected the herbs and vegetables they needed from the garden. This recipe was called rabbit delectable. It had carrots, potatoes, rabbit meat, and different herbs. Clay assured Jenna that none were spicy. Jenna laughed as she gathered all the things they needed, and Clay went hunting.

There are sometimes small things that Kaleb does that make me feel like I am important. Kaleb's parents are coming over for dinner tonight and tomorrow night we have diner there. Kaleb already gave me the menu for this evening. We are going to have a maple-glazed turkey with baked potatoes and green beans. for dessert, he decided on a frozen cherry chocolate pudding cake. I had to go to his mother for the recipe since it is his father's favorite. I have been cooking since this morning. I had to look up how long a turkey should bake since I had no idea. we have a small turkey so it only had to bake for three hours.

I was partially grateful but as I experienced something new, I had only wished, as I always did, that he was here watching me do so. The anticipated drunkenness crept up on all of us way faster than the champagne at the museum did and with that, came non-stop babble about aimless topics like favorite types of bread which somehow led to our honest opinions on sex toys. Nancy went on a tangent about which kind she preferred, letting us and the table next to us know that rabbit vibrators are transcendent, promoting a true self-awakening. Nicolas prefers sourdough. Sometimes Focaccia. Ending the night on dessert, the chef

My order arrives in less than 10 minutes and I dig in, eating without a care in the world. Liam watches me devour the duck with a surprised expression. He doesn't say a single word, he just watches me eat the whole damn thing. The food is so spicy, my eyes water and my nose runs like a tap on full blast. “Would you like a whole roast pig too?” Liam sneers, tilting his head. “Or maybe you’d prefer a doughnut as big as your head?“ “I'd take one as big as your ego,” I retort and continue stuffing my face in my food.

Too bad they never imagined I had already gotten rid of it. My phone suddenly buzzed with a message. I glanced down and smiled bitterly. Mom and Dad thought it was a concerned message from Byron, and they exchanged guilty glances. Unfortunately, they were only half right. It was indeed from Byron, but the message read, "Something came up at work. I won't be home tonight." Right after that, Claire sent me a video. Byron was in the hospital, head bowed as he peeled an orange for her, his gaze tender. The caption read, "I'm the one Byron loves. An ugly duckling is forever an ugly duckling. You'll never become a swan."