They were supposed to stay in the house until it stopped raining, Ma told Jimmy and his brother, Allie, before she left for Sobey’s. It was hard for Jimmy to wait, because he really wanted to see his baby ducks. He’d been watching those ducks since they hatched by the creek. He was lucky to have seven ducklings in his own park across the street. Jimmy had two big K-Mart bags full of stale bread ready by the door.
As soon as the sun peeked out, Jimmy said, “It’s stopped raining. Can we go now, Allie?”
Vince was the one in charge. He was doing algebra homework in his room, so the little kids had to leave him alone and play quietly. He didn’t want to hear one word. But before they left, Allie called up the stairs. “We’re going to feed the ducks. See ya.”
Vince didn’t answer.
Jimmy said, “We better tell Frances Ann.”
But Frances Ann was off at her piano lesson, so how could they tell her? And Tracy was in her bedroom playing with her Barbies and she had the NO BOYS EVER sign on the door.
Jimmy didn’t want to wait for Frances Ann, because she might stop to see her friends. He wanted to feed those ducks.
When they went out, Jimmy had on his yellow rubber boots. He liked the way they squished in the puddles on the way to the park. Allie pointed up to the sign. He said the X meant CROSS, and this was a special crossing for ducks. Jimmy could only read kindergarten stuff, but he already knew about the special duck crossing, because Allie told him every time they went to the park. Allie thought it was funny.
Sometimes a mother duck and babies would waddle to the other side in the duck crossing, and the cars would have to wait. Jimmy and Allie would fall on the grass laughing, because some of the drivers got real mad.
Allie made Jimmy look both ways. Then they raced over on the duck crossing. Allie said the ducks were getting smarter, and now they could read signs. He said those ducks would be so smart by next year there’d be ducks in Jimmy’s Grade One class. Allie said the ducks might get gold stars in their workbooks, and then the rest of the kids would quack up. Then Allie rolled down the hill into the park, past the daffodils, all the way to the pond.
It was already time to go home when the big guys showed up.
Jimmy didn’t notice because he was busy feeding the ducks. Allie said, “Uh oh. Let’s get out of here.”
Jimmy had a couple of crusts left, and he had been waiting a long time to come to the park, so he said, “I’m not finished.”
“Forget it, Jimmy. Run.”
“Wait.”
“Now.”
When Jimmy looked up, Allie was already near the top of the hill. “Wait for me, Allie,” he yelled. “I’m coming.” But somehow he got some water in his boots and, he couldn’t really run fast because of his asthma. Allie knew that. Allie had disappeared over the top of the hill. Jimmy could hear him yelling, “Hurry up, stupid.” The big guys chased after Allie but only ran halfway up the hill.
It looked like Allie got away. That was good. The big guys turned around and walked back into the park. They stood next to Jimmy.
The really tall guy in the brown jacket picked up a rock and threw it into the water. The rock hit one of the ducklings. The mother duck squawked and flapped her wings. The other guy laughed, and they slapped each other on the back.
“Get her next.” They both had rocks. The guy with the yellow eyes aimed for the mother duck. The rock hit the duck and she sank below the water without making a sound.
“You can’t do that,” Jimmy yelled. “Leave the mother duck alone.”
“Listen to short-arse,” the tall guy in the brown jacket said, heaving a rock. The rest of the ducks were quacking and flapping their wings. They must have been afraid.
Jimmy thought another duckling got hit. He couldn’t stop crying. “Stop it. You big fat bullies. Leave the ducks.”
The tall guy said, “Who the hell do you think you are?”
Jimmy looked around, hoping Allie would come back. Allie was the smart one, and he was tough in a fight. Allie was gone. But Jimmy couldn’t let anything happen to the ducks.
“Leave her alone.”
“Listen to him, will ya. Thinks he’s tough.”
The tall guy turned to look at Jimmy. He had a rock in his hand. “He’s a dumb little kid with a snotty nose.”
“I am not.” Vince always said you have to stand up for yourself. And names can’t hurt you. Jimmy didn’t mind standing up for himself, but he hoped Allie would show up soon.
“I guess we gotta do what he says.” This guy had eyes the colour of pee. Jimmy had never seen anyone with yellow eyes. He was scarier than the tall guy. But Vince always said don’t let anyone know you’re afraid.
“Don’t hurt them. Okay?”
“He’s right.”
The tall guy looked at the guy with the yellow eyes and said, “What?”
“You heard him. We can’t pitch rocks at the ducks.”
The guys looked at each other funny. Maybe it was going to be okay. But Jimmy didn’t like the mean smile on the yellow-eyed guy’s face.
“The problem is, if we can’t pitch rocks at the ducks, what are we going to do with these rocks?”
The guys laughed at that.
“You can put them down,” Jimmy said. He was glad he’d stood up for himself.
“I don’t think so. That would be a waste of a good rock.” Jimmy looked up the hill one more time. No Allie. He started to back away from the guys.
“My big brothers are coming back for me.”
“I guess they’re coming a bit too late.” The mean guy with the yellow eyes raised his arm.
Jimmy was running up the hill when the first rock smashed into his legs. He fell onto his knees. The guys laughed at Jimmy crying and trying to get his breath. “What a sook.”
The rocks kept flying. Jimmy’s leg hurt so much. A big rock hit his back. Jimmy screamed as loud as he could. “Allie!”
“Look at short-arse cry. Guess you won’t tell us what to do the next time.”
A rock smacked Jimmy’s head. Blood splashed down his shirt. His chest hurt. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even scream any more.
The tall guy said, “Hey, look, maybe we better stop. The kid’s bleeding.”
“What are you, a wuss now too? Afraid of a little blood. Boo hoo hoo.”
The tall guy sounded scared too. “That’s enough. Let’s get out of here.”
The mean guy said, “You go if you want to, wussy girl.”
Jimmy made himself as small as he could when the mean guy kicked him. “Time to play with your ducks.”
Jimmy curled into a ball as he was rolled toward the pond.
He could hear the yellow-eyed guy laughing and laughing until he felt the water on his face.
Then he couldn’t hear anything.