Mr. Duck

This is going to be a short story of Mr. Duck.
Who is Mr. Duck? Well let me tell you.
He was a mascot that I drew in high school.
He is a mallard with an attitude.
I had at one time posted Mr. Duck at Tokyopop on a dare.
Lately, I have been wondering.
What if I wrote a story about him this time?
Could I capture the plucky mallard in words?
Would anyone read it?
Well will you?


It was the midday with a bright, bright sun. Once again the Missus was out shopping.
This left Mr. Duck to once again watch the kids. He had plans but dropped them
when the Missus stated that she needed to go shopping.
"Why am I such a pushover?" Mr. Duck thought. "I had a golf date planned with the guys.
But, nuuuuu, I had to let the little lady go shopping. Once again I canceled my plans."
So Mr. Duck sat there on the prickly, itchy nest. He sat there warming the children yet to
hatch. Grumbling and mumbling. Complaining and whining.
And then it struck him, the Missus was out for quite some time.
"What is she buying anyway? Just how much is she spending?"
Putting his head down, Mr. Duck just gave in to his fate this time.
"Next time, I am going to tell her absolutely not! I will not watch
the kids. I have a life too you know!" And with that he fell asleep.