Tyler and Jack sat next to eachother on the mattress. The house was dark. They had to cut the power anytime it rained. Everything squished when you poked it, water seeping in through the windows, through the ceiling, through everywhere. Jack read his little national-geographic booklets the last tenant of the house must’ve left behind. Tyler borrowed one. “Hey Jack, Did you know,” Tyler starts. “When ducks get bored, they become cannibals?”