Duck interview - rainy day... everything about them screamed of a conspiracy, they were the kinda dames who walked with a different kind of stride. I liked em despite myself, despite the drizzle, and despite the wicked gleam that passed between them when they figured out I had a pocket full of corn. Yes, it was all going swimmingly when all of a sudden... BANG!! SPLASH!!
It was curtains for the young harlequin. But Why? Why, I asked myself as the clutch of runners walked away slowly into the fog, disappearing completely except for the cold bright gleam in their eyes watching me - measuring me and my pocketful of corn - marking me perhaps... who knows?
The nature of it was wrong, all wrong, and I found that I had to get to the bottom of it before they got to her. The hen wood duck with the golden egg.
