Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Attn. HDQ:

I have as my prisoner a small duck.

Stories of The Golden One, and what she does to ducks like him if he were to be laying freely on the open floor, keep him frozen in fear. I have wounded his cute little orange feet with my puppy teeth so he can not waddle away.
I have one eye on him at all times. 
Interrogation will commence in the morning, on the big bed with humans, newspapers, and coffee. An update will follow.

Mr. Mustard

1 comment:

  1. Tee hee! I'm glad I'm not a duck!

    Miss Pink aka Bunny