Bad Luck
Chuck has bad luck. When he was a baby, Chuck sat on a duck. The duck got very mad and bit him. As a little boy, Chuck fell in a large, wet patch of mud and muck. He had as much mud and muck on him as a rock, so a duck sat in his lap and, when Chuck let out a yell, the duck bit him. As a kid, Chuck pet a pup on the back, and something made the pup run. The pup ran by a duck and scared it. Yes, the duck got mad and bit Chuck.
Jack has bad luck as well. As a baby, Jack pet a cat on the neck, and the cat got mad and bit Jack. As a tot, Jack put his socks in the sun, and the socks got hot. A cat had a nap on those hot socks, and when Jack tried to get his socks back, the cat bit him. As a kid, Jack had a big red sack. A cat got in it, and yes, it bit Jack as Jack tried to pick it up.
Well, get this—now Chuck is a vet, and Jack is a vet, too! A vet has to help sick pups, cats, hens, chicks, ducks, and pigs. If a hen pecks a vet, the vet has to help. If a pig kicks a vet, the vet has to help. You can bet Chuck will get bit by ducks and Jack will get bit by cats. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it—Chuck and Jack have bad, bad luck!