Duckicide

I dreamed last night that I boiled the ducks. For some reason I had put them in a pot with water without realizing that this would kill them. I walked back into the kitchen and they were making pathetic little chirping noises and I grabbed the tongs and tried to get them out, but as they seemed mostly lethargic and dying I didn't know what to do- so of course I did nothing and let my ducks boil to death. Then I walked into my bedroom and asked myself how I was going to get their fur off of them to eat them. What a dream. Important to note: the ducks were very small and still fuzzy and there were three of them and not two.