Where we had the following conversation.
The Girl: "Mommy! look at those poor ducks! There lake is frozen."
Me: "Yep that is why smart ducks fly south for the winter."
The Girl: "Are these not smart ducks?"
Me: "They are dead ducks they just put them out for decoration."
The Girl: "They are dead? Like they are real ducks that someone killed?"
Me: "Yes they are preserved to keep them looking nice."
The Girl:What about those flying ones? are they dead too?
Me: yes
The Girl: What about the deer?
Me: yes
Long thoughtful pause.
The Girl (in a hushed almost fearful tone): ... What about the people?
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I am laughing so hard I have tears! There is a Roald Dahl short story that goes something like that...little old lady taking in boarders, I believe.
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