Mr. Arnold Duck was a mallard.
He was a gentle soul, who liked to keep himself to himself.
But one day, when he was swimming in the pond,
he was approached rather rudely by Travis the gazelle.
‘Mr. Duck, you fool! What are you doing?’
yelled Travis at the top of his lungs.
‘We’ve been waiting for you all day!’
(Mr. Duck suspected his emphasis was a little overdone.)
‘Where have you been waiting for me? And why?’
asked Mr. Duck, politely - as he should.
‘We sent you a reminder about this!’ Travis said.
‘Over there, in the woods.’
‘I see,’ replied Mr. Duck,
still thinking Travis rather brash.
‘And what is this all in aid of?
To what do I owe this... chat?’
‘Mr. Duck!’ Travis said.
He edged closer and began to shake.
‘You shouldn’t be in the water!
You’re entirely made out of cake!’
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