When i was about 14 i was walking by this little pond where a group of duck(s?) were floating around.
I picked up a rock and skipped it along the water hoping to hit one. After two failed attempted, the third rock hit a duck hard on the throat.
I stood there all sad watching the duck quack around for about two minutes before it.. stopped quacking. The other duck(s?) were looking at it, and then i could feel them all stare at me, an di figured this was when god was going to strike me down.