Duck

He really loved Duck roast with his tapioca and toddy. But the doctor strictly told him to stay off “Duck” as it had “high cholesterol”, completely ignoring his alcoholism, which was always allowed in moderation. He never really enjoyed red meat and even those were banned by the doctor. Chicken was avoided after a series of “heat issues”, it never settled in his stomach well. Now he was not allowed to eat “Duck” .

He wondered what to do with the one he had just bought, a couple of weeks ago to be precise. Eating the Duck could kill him and the Duck. He named her mrs. Quacks, fed her, cared for her, even talked to her. Cute beak, eyes and long neck, he would’ve eaten mrs. Quacks, in a gulp, after cooking of course . 

He pondered, and decided to release her in the wild! There may be other wild animals, or worse other humans, hunters lurking to eat his precious mrs. Quack. He picked up mrs. Quacks, walked to the lake, where a few other ducks played and released her by the stream saying, “go to your freedom mrs. Quacks”. The duck looked back as if to say, “thank you for sparing my life” and swam away.