Full Duck Finery

A non quacking tale

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Prompt by: Prompts of Resilience

Prompt: Grandma’s Duck

Write about Grandma’s relationship to her duck. Begin with “That year…” Use at least 3 of the following prompt words: flapping, checkered, memory, brick, gorgeous, husband.

“That year was quite the year! There was a lot of flapping of wings and swimming in ponds. A lot of muscle memory was spent in various ways. All to no avail,” Pauli explained.

“Oh no. It was pretty bad was it?” gasped Denice with some concern.

“It got downright embarrassing with all that waddling around the backyard chasing bugs. Grandma wouldn’t take the duck suit off. In the end it was really grungy especially when they waddled through the mire together.”

“Ooh. Love is love no matter where you find it.”

Pauli looked over at Denice with concerned eyes. “We didn’t think it could get much worse but one day he went missing. Grandma was in quite the flap. Suddenly this heavenly smell wafted over from the neighbours. Duck a l’orange. We looked at each other, at the neighbours house and then at Grandma.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing. Grandma quacked to us and pointed. He came down from the roof and landed beside her in his full duck finery.”

“What a relief!”

“Not really. We had to convince grandma that her gorgeous husband was not the duck who landed beside her but the guy who fed her everyday.”

“Seriously? How’d you do that?”

“It wasn’t that hard. A little more pate?”