The politically correct duck

The duck prided herself for being politically correct in every way possible. Good manners were indispensable, proper conduct unavoidable, and appropriate appearance absolutely necessary.

The duck would graciously waddle through town, nodding to passers-by, stopping to chat with the baker’s wife and asking the postmistress how young Charlie was fairing in college. No matter her mood, the duck would always be pleasant and cordial; assisting others if need be, never laying her burdens on her friends and permanently avoiding nasty gossip.

The duck was much loved and respected by the citizens of the town. Those who did not know her well were treated as kindly as her closest friends, and she was always ready to perform charitable and kind acts. Mothers pointed her out to their children whispering “do you see Mrs. Duck over there? Well, she is truly the most thoughtful soul that ever set foot in this town. Follow her example, and people will be kind to you all your life.”      

One day, the duck was on her way back from visiting a sick cousin when she met a stranger on the road. He was tall, with reddish fur and a thin, pointed face. The duck, polite as ever, called to him and inquired on his situation. The stranger bowed and introduced himself as Mr. Fox.

“Mrs. Duck” enquired the fox, “might I ask how far the nearest town is?”

The duck did not like this stranger for his mischievous eyes unsettled her, yet, priding herself for being well mannered, she replied that it was not for a good while. The fox smiled, showing white, pointed teeth.

“Excellent” he whispered, and lunged for the duck.  

No one ever saw the duck again. The town grocer did suggest that he viewed a strange fox enter his store shortly after Mrs. Duck had left for her cousin’s house, but no enquiry was made. The townsfolk missed her sorely and never forgot the kind-hearted duck.

Lesson: be well mannered and nice, but not too nice.