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[pas_de_duck]

*evening, at camp. Ignore if you would the ever-present grumbling of those zombies and gorillas in the woods, and focus instead on a small girl who has decided that today, she’ll practice her floor routines outside, on the tightly packed earth behind her cabin. after all, Tutu wears her ballet slippers out-of-doors

she does a few stretches. She cues up her CD…*

I like big ducks and I cannot lie
You otha cookas can't deny
When a duck waddles in
With an itty bitty bill
And a backside full of quills
You get HUNGgry--

--NO WHAT?!

((lyrics by Allen and Sanji.))