To
be fair, this was started when the art teachers demanded we remove ourselves
from our drunken student stupor of that "school's-almost-out"
high and do one last, literally insignificant project. Did I want to
do it? No. Did anyone want to do it? NO. But we had no choice - only
four people HAD a choice, but those bastards were seniors and nothing
could hurt their grade (damn you, Mike! damn you to the shoebox
in the corner of Charity's closet!).
So
what did I do in lieu of the assigned project? I doodled, a little of
this and that. Then we found out about the ducklings - for, you see,
our school is lucky enough to have a [grossly stagnant] pond smack in
the middle of campus, and with that pond, apparantly came some ducks.
And these ducks mated, and thus came my inspiration: the ducklings.
Unfortunately, we recieved news that the ducklings were disappearing,
one by one, but none of us knew the exact cause-- until one day, when
the twins (THOSE twins, the good 2-D ones), rushed into the classroom
after having seen one of the turtles (who also occupy our radioactive
cesspool) drag one of the ducklings under.
I
thought it was the most brilliant show of the food-chain since my brother's
gerbils, which ate their own young without his consent. So, I started
drawing - the criteria for our project was the involvement of a panther
(our school mascot), and the name of our school and graduating year.
For the next few days, I drew panthers and ducklings. Many people, mostly
friends, some just overlookers or eavesdroppers, saw these pictures,
and either laughed or said I was a twisted freak, though most of them
did both.
There
you go, that's my alibi. Did you want an ending? Okay-- I ended up turning
in a digitally colored picture of panthers grilling ducklings at
an aftergame BBQ. I was respectful at the very end, though, and replaced
the ducklings with actual pieces of meat (hamburger, hotdogs, that sort
of crap, which, when you think about it, actually seems more disgusting
than the little yellow dancing ducklings on the grill, or the mustard/ketchup-covered
hotduck), but the ducklings thing was still pretty funny. Anyway, enjoy.
