The Duck's Treason
For Casey Jones on Facebook
The duck's treason.
He saw him coming this time. He saw him coming before he got out of bed this morning. He saw him coming before he was even born.
All these years of plans, and this idiotic prankster ruined it every time. He could have been something by now, something special, not the endless butt of endless bad jokes. He was like Lex Luthor, constantly thwarted by Superman. That is, if Superman had suffered from leporine spongiform encephalopathy.
This was it, though. This time, it was a game of wits, and he knew he had more wits in the web between his toes than this joker had in his entire cotton stuffed head. It was finally over. No more bad gags from a loki substitute who held a carrot like a cigar. No more constantly asking 'doc' what was up. It would end, and end well. He smirked, and played his final card.
“Duck season! FIRE!”
The diminutive hunter pulled the trigger. Once the smoke had cleared, he found himself hurt, rather than dead. Of course. Dead wasn't funny. With a horrible effort, he wrenched his beak back round to the front of his face.
“You're dethpicable.”
The duck's treason.
He saw him coming this time. He saw him coming before he got out of bed this morning. He saw him coming before he was even born.
All these years of plans, and this idiotic prankster ruined it every time. He could have been something by now, something special, not the endless butt of endless bad jokes. He was like Lex Luthor, constantly thwarted by Superman. That is, if Superman had suffered from leporine spongiform encephalopathy.
This was it, though. This time, it was a game of wits, and he knew he had more wits in the web between his toes than this joker had in his entire cotton stuffed head. It was finally over. No more bad gags from a loki substitute who held a carrot like a cigar. No more constantly asking 'doc' what was up. It would end, and end well. He smirked, and played his final card.
“Duck season! FIRE!”
The diminutive hunter pulled the trigger. Once the smoke had cleared, he found himself hurt, rather than dead. Of course. Dead wasn't funny. With a horrible effort, he wrenched his beak back round to the front of his face.
“You're dethpicable.”