Little Duck had many adventures at my house before flying off to live in Missouri. These are the few adventures I caught him in.
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I told Little Duck smoking would stunt his growth, but he never listens to me.
He told me he could quit cold turkey anytime he wanted to, but. . .
I don’t quite think he understood the concept.
I finally hid his tobacco and papers, but I didn’t bother to hide this bottle because I knew he couldn’t reach it anyway. But he outsmarted me. Big Duck scorns in the dark background.
Then he decided he’d found religion, but I couldn’t convince him that Catholics don’t really believe in the concept of totem poles and that especially in Mexico, someone was bound to consider it as sacrilegious.
Then he decided to write his life story, using the hunt and peck system of keyboarding.
When Big Duck offered to edit his work, Little Duck insisted on staying annoyingly close as he read.
Now and then, his attention would be diverted by the need for a little liquid refreshment from Big Duck’s cup, …
which, understandably, annoyed Big Duck no end.
When Big Duck retreated to find a little solitude to practice his guitar, Little Duck had a front row seat–to Big Duck’s back.
So, Little Duck decided to explore a bit. The recumbent nude bronze seemed to him like a pony ride created just for him.
Playing “king of the mountain” is no fun at all if you have no one to lord it over.
He had a few adventures in the kitchen as well.
He thought he’d make some breakfast, but no one told him that a watched toaster never pops up.
He thought if he got closer, it might help.
and for once, he was right.
Next he thought he would supervise Yolanda, making sure she got her pieces evenly measured.
Checking out his mom’s lasagna was the next task of the day.
Eventually, Little Duck got to leave his house for the first time to attend a reading. Here he is with Big Duck and the friend who gave him to Big Duck for his birthday.
He was sure Big Duck would enjoy his close company as a means of overcoming the jitters, …
but all too soon he was relegated to the position of audience member.
Here he is teaching Big Duck to accent his reading with fine gestures. As you can see above, Big Duck didn’t follow his advice.
Perhaps he’ll have more success in teaching the dog to quack.