Well it dates back 10 years ago to when I was 7 years old. I have always loved ducks and I would spend my days reading about them, drawing pictures of them, and feeding the local ducks in my town. Then one day, I thought to myself, “why not have a duck as a pet?” So I asked my parents and they both said no. I was so sad. Then on my 9th birthday, my grandma gave me a duck for my birthday. I named him Dillon. Life was good for the next few months… Until disaster struck. I let him outside to go to the bathroom and when I came back, I just saw a mess of feathers on the ground. The neighbor’s dog had escaped and eaten Dillon. So my mayor wears the beak in honor of Dillon.
-Just kidding. I just like how it looks.