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Here is a little weird, possibly cracky, ficlet dedicated to you and ds_match
Duck
Once upon a time there was a farm called ds_match. This was a strange name for a farm but as it grew stories and ficlets of high quality it didn't matter. The farm was owned and run by three wonderful farmers who went by the names of brynn, china and sage.
On the farm there lived various creatures, one in the Reality half of the farm and the other in the Whimsical half of the the farm. Among these animals were some ducks.
The Reality ducks were of the genus Anas platyrhyncos. The whimsy ducks were of the genus rubberious duckius, a very different species. The ducks never mixed, indeed the Reality ducks thought he whimsy ducks were fairytale and the Whimsy ducks thought Reality ducks were too boring to exist.
Then one day one of the Reality ducks called Fraser decided that perhaps myth was based in truth. So he decided to set out across the farm to find out if there were such things as Whimsy ducks. He took along his faithful duckling companion, Diefenbaker.
He walked through the familiar Reality part of the farm. Then all of a sudden he passed through an invisible barrier and he and Diefenbaker found themselves in the Whimsy part of the farm, he could tell as the flowers seemed to be covered with glitter. It appeared the stories about Whimsy were true, everything did sparkle.
As Fraser moved further into the Whimsy part of the farm, he narrowly avoided stepping on a small beetle.
“Hey, watch where you're going!” the beetle said.
“I'm terribly sorry,” Fraser apologised.
He walked on further, careful not to step on any talking beetles, or insects. Diefenbaker stayed close, although he did seem to want to taste the sparkly flowers which led to some funny glitter stains on his bill.
Eventually they came to a very busy pond and by the pond were ducks, the Whimsy ducks nobody on the Reality farm thought existed. There were so many of them. They were swimming across a pond that seemed to be changing colour every few seconds. Fraser was dumbstruck.
“Are you okay?” a voice asked.
Fraser turned round to find himself staring at a Whimsy duck.
“I'm fine, I've never been here before.”
“Never been here before?”
“No, I'm a Reality duck.”
“There's no such thing,” the Whimsy duck said.
“I can assure you I'm a Reality duck. My name is Fraser.”
“Wow, you are a Reality duck,” the Whimsy duck. “My name's Ray.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Fraser said. “This is Diefenbaker, my duckling.”
“Hi,” Ray replied.
“Have you ever been to Reality?”
Ray shook his head. “Nah. Ray did once but we never believed him. We've not seen him since he went to find the farmhouse.”
“Aren't you, Ray?”
“There are lot of Whimsy ducks called Ray,” Ray explained, “It's, you know, whimiscal.”
“Ah.”
“So, you've seen Whimsy, now what do you want to do?”
Fraser cocked his head. “Perhaps we should find the farmhouse,” he suggested.
“What? And disappear forever?”
“That wouldn't be logical.”
“Fine,” Ray said. “We'll go and find the farmhouse. Stupid big-eyed reality duck look.”
“What?”
“Never mind,” Ray said.
“Never mind what?”
The two ducks continued to banter as they walked through Whimsy to where the farmhouse was reputed to be. They reached a strange barrier and hesitated.
“Are you sure we're not going to disappear if we go through this?” Ray asked.
“I went through a similar barrier to cross into the Whimsy half and I didn't disappear,” Fraser replied.
“Okay, then.”
The two ducks (and one duckling) took a Deep breath and stepped through the barrier. For a moment everything went black. When they woke up they could hear somebody talking.
“Are you guys, okay?”
Fraser opened his eyes and blinked to see a human standing in front of them. He looked to his side and saw a wolf with wings and a human with wings. Then he looked down at himself. He appeared to be human.
“Ray?”
“Yeah?” the man said.
“Not you, Ray.”
The human with wings stirred. “Fraser?”
“Ray?”
“Oh god...we're...”
“Human,” the other Ray said.
“How can we be human?” Ray asked.
“Coming through the barrier must have changed our forms. “We still have wings,” Fraser pointed out, giving his a flap.
“Where are we?”
“I imagine the farmhouse.”
The other Ray was grinning. “You're going to love it here.”
A mix of reality and whimsy, that seemed appropriate, Fraser mused. Ray, that was the Ray he had come in with appeared to be still finding his feet. He was in shock but Fraser was sure there was plenty to look forward to.
At that moment three farmers by the names of brynn, china and sage entered the room and smiled.
“Can we help you gentlemen?”
This was going to be a very interesting ds_match experience indeed.
Here is a little weird, possibly cracky, ficlet dedicated to you and ds_match
Duck
Once upon a time there was a farm called ds_match. This was a strange name for a farm but as it grew stories and ficlets of high quality it didn't matter. The farm was owned and run by three wonderful farmers who went by the names of brynn, china and sage.
On the farm there lived various creatures, one in the Reality half of the farm and the other in the Whimsical half of the the farm. Among these animals were some ducks.
The Reality ducks were of the genus Anas platyrhyncos. The whimsy ducks were of the genus rubberious duckius, a very different species. The ducks never mixed, indeed the Reality ducks thought he whimsy ducks were fairytale and the Whimsy ducks thought Reality ducks were too boring to exist.
Then one day one of the Reality ducks called Fraser decided that perhaps myth was based in truth. So he decided to set out across the farm to find out if there were such things as Whimsy ducks. He took along his faithful duckling companion, Diefenbaker.
He walked through the familiar Reality part of the farm. Then all of a sudden he passed through an invisible barrier and he and Diefenbaker found themselves in the Whimsy part of the farm, he could tell as the flowers seemed to be covered with glitter. It appeared the stories about Whimsy were true, everything did sparkle.
As Fraser moved further into the Whimsy part of the farm, he narrowly avoided stepping on a small beetle.
“Hey, watch where you're going!” the beetle said.
“I'm terribly sorry,” Fraser apologised.
He walked on further, careful not to step on any talking beetles, or insects. Diefenbaker stayed close, although he did seem to want to taste the sparkly flowers which led to some funny glitter stains on his bill.
Eventually they came to a very busy pond and by the pond were ducks, the Whimsy ducks nobody on the Reality farm thought existed. There were so many of them. They were swimming across a pond that seemed to be changing colour every few seconds. Fraser was dumbstruck.
“Are you okay?” a voice asked.
Fraser turned round to find himself staring at a Whimsy duck.
“I'm fine, I've never been here before.”
“Never been here before?”
“No, I'm a Reality duck.”
“There's no such thing,” the Whimsy duck said.
“I can assure you I'm a Reality duck. My name is Fraser.”
“Wow, you are a Reality duck,” the Whimsy duck. “My name's Ray.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Fraser said. “This is Diefenbaker, my duckling.”
“Hi,” Ray replied.
“Have you ever been to Reality?”
Ray shook his head. “Nah. Ray did once but we never believed him. We've not seen him since he went to find the farmhouse.”
“Aren't you, Ray?”
“There are lot of Whimsy ducks called Ray,” Ray explained, “It's, you know, whimiscal.”
“Ah.”
“So, you've seen Whimsy, now what do you want to do?”
Fraser cocked his head. “Perhaps we should find the farmhouse,” he suggested.
“What? And disappear forever?”
“That wouldn't be logical.”
“Fine,” Ray said. “We'll go and find the farmhouse. Stupid big-eyed reality duck look.”
“What?”
“Never mind,” Ray said.
“Never mind what?”
The two ducks continued to banter as they walked through Whimsy to where the farmhouse was reputed to be. They reached a strange barrier and hesitated.
“Are you sure we're not going to disappear if we go through this?” Ray asked.
“I went through a similar barrier to cross into the Whimsy half and I didn't disappear,” Fraser replied.
“Okay, then.”
The two ducks (and one duckling) took a Deep breath and stepped through the barrier. For a moment everything went black. When they woke up they could hear somebody talking.
“Are you guys, okay?”
Fraser opened his eyes and blinked to see a human standing in front of them. He looked to his side and saw a wolf with wings and a human with wings. Then he looked down at himself. He appeared to be human.
“Ray?”
“Yeah?” the man said.
“Not you, Ray.”
The human with wings stirred. “Fraser?”
“Ray?”
“Oh god...we're...”
“Human,” the other Ray said.
“How can we be human?” Ray asked.
“Coming through the barrier must have changed our forms. “We still have wings,” Fraser pointed out, giving his a flap.
“Where are we?”
“I imagine the farmhouse.”
The other Ray was grinning. “You're going to love it here.”
A mix of reality and whimsy, that seemed appropriate, Fraser mused. Ray, that was the Ray he had come in with appeared to be still finding his feet. He was in shock but Fraser was sure there was plenty to look forward to.
At that moment three farmers by the names of brynn, china and sage entered the room and smiled.
“Can we help you gentlemen?”
This was going to be a very interesting ds_match experience indeed.