Duck Pond Baby Breaks Silence
September 19th, 2025
DUCK POND - September 10th, 2022, a day that will live in infamy. After triumphing over Texas A&M, Mountaineers back home stormed the west side of campus in celebration. However, among the cheering was a dark force of destruction. Tens of students took the plunge into the Duck Pond. There was one casualty, a baby The Duck Pond Baby, now Goose Lake Toddler. For years their story remained unknown after being presumed dead, until now.
“After three years I’ve decided it’s time to share my side of the story. I was floating peacefully, as I often do. I heard music. It was beautiful, Fetty Wap I believe. Then the music grew closer, and closer. A mass of people encroached on me, peaceful at first, then I felt a disturbance. My fowl friends escaped, but I couldn’t. I watched as tens of men dove into the water and swim towards me, getting closer, and closer. Suddenly, I felt tens of tan, shirtless little mites crawling over me, like needles pricking my polygonic skin. The music, despite being so near, became unintelligible as it mixed with the booms of firecrackers off the shore. Time was a slow crawl and a fleeting moment. The next thing I knew, I was being torn limb from limb. They taunted me with my own arm, my own body used against me. Everything from then on was a blur, and by the end of the night I was spinning out of control.”
In the four years since, Duck Pond Baby has turned their focus inward. They live a quiet life near the Greenway, watching Cocomelon.
“After three years I’ve decided it’s time to share my side of the story. I was floating peacefully, as I often do. I heard music. It was beautiful, Fetty Wap I believe. Then the music grew closer, and closer. A mass of people encroached on me, peaceful at first, then I felt a disturbance. My fowl friends escaped, but I couldn’t. I watched as tens of men dove into the water and swim towards me, getting closer, and closer. Suddenly, I felt tens of tan, shirtless little mites crawling over me, like needles pricking my polygonic skin. The music, despite being so near, became unintelligible as it mixed with the booms of firecrackers off the shore. Time was a slow crawl and a fleeting moment. The next thing I knew, I was being torn limb from limb. They taunted me with my own arm, my own body used against me. Everything from then on was a blur, and by the end of the night I was spinning out of control.”
In the four years since, Duck Pond Baby has turned their focus inward. They live a quiet life near the Greenway, watching Cocomelon.