| “Don’t you say a word, you dam duck!” Buzzy exclaimed while walking up to where the other two were sitting. Buzzy was obviously very drunk. He was hiccupping between his slurred words and fell off the bar stool his first attempt to sit down. He stood up and then did a tight little circle before trying once again to sit down. This time with some obvious effort he was successful. Then he pointed first at his friend Dan and then at the fat fake duck. “Dan!” He said, then pausing, perhaps in an attempt to remember what he was going to say. “You!, you are a duck! A dam duck! And you should be proud to be a dam duck! But you know what?” Buzzy leaned in closer to his friend and then pointing at the fake duck, “This guy! This guy is no duck! He’s not a dam duck! And he’s not a dam duck! You know …” Buzzy wiped a tear from his eye and continued. “This guy! If he’s any kind of dam duck, he’s a dam goose!” Suddenly the music that had been playing came to a stop. Conversation also ended. You could have heard a pin drop. The entire bar was looking at them. There were tables filled with Geese Police and there were tables of ducks. You could have cut the tension with a knife. Quickly the bartender, a sharp looking young penguin, grabbed a bat which resembled a baseball bat if you cut the knob off the handle, came rushing around the bar to where the tension was ground zero. He slammed the bat on the table nearest them and said, “Boys! There will be no trouble in this establishment. Is that understood?” Then he pointed at them with the end of the bat. next page |  Anna, Splash and a member of the Geese Police |