Fredrick, may you rest in peace

So, on Friday our cook Luke was out in the yard, and one way or another, I'm not really sure, he found a baby duck with no mom. So, he decided to take it in. It was probably less than a day old, and would otherwise be some animal's dinner. Well, he was going away for the weekend, so he asked us girls to take care of him. We loved it. He was such a cute, tiny duck. We took such good care of him, loving him, getting him a good home and everything. Then Saturday afternoon disaster struck. Poor little Freddy slowly died. Then on Sunday morning we had a funeral service for Sir Fredrick. We attempted a Viking funeral, thinking that would be romantic and poetic for young Freddy, but it didn't work as planned. So, in the end he just reconvened with nature just as he began. May you rest in peace Fredrick, you were well loved.