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"Ya see," Stew went on, "ya can't really marry chickens, ducks, and geese together anywheres else. Only on this farm really. Here, it's the magic of the Great Phoenix that makes it happens. But, Bob, son, ya're the special one. The fulfillment of the Phoenix prophesy. Ya're the first mix of all three, ya see. And ya just gotta find yer Mom so she can teach ya what ya gotta do next."
 
So off Bob went, down to the swamp, wondering as he toddled along why he didn't ask what the prophesy said he was supposed to do next.
 
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Bob went up to the ducks and said, "Excuse me, where are all the geese? I am looking for my mother." He now realized that he didn't ask what her name was either. Bob, sank down on the soggy bank in despair. He thought to himself, "How will I ever find my mother or my special purpose? I must go back and find Stew." But, just then, the duck spoke to him in unison saying...
 
So, he gave a cautious nod of appreciation to the duck, spun around and began walking toward the meadow. "Could this day get any weirder?" he thought to himself, as he trudged out of the swamp.
 
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Bob started his long walk to the meadow. 1 hour later he finally made it. Once he got there he started shouting "Mother! Mother! Where are you?" Nothing. He called and called and no one replied. But just as he was about to give up all hope he heard a familliar "QUACK!". He looked behind him and saw
 

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