Driving home the other night there was a male mallard duck dead on the road. I’m sure the duck didn’t just waddle out there to lie down and die. Waddle yes, lie down, no. Some one took its life. Didn’t lift their foot off the accelerator just a little to allow those few microseconds. Took its life. ‘I took it because I could.’
I’m about to click on OK; but it’s not.