<i>From a school essay that Ducky wrote...</i>

No one wants to play with me. No one wants to be near me, not even Momma. It's not my fault I look like this. It's Papa's fault. He took the job at the power plant, not Momma. Makes me mad. Makes me want to hit things. People tell me it isn't right to hit things for no reason, but I have a reason. Just look at me, you'll see why I want to hit things. When I get older, I'm going to go away and look for things to hit. I'm going to find someplace where I can hit things all I want and not get in trouble.