Trifecta weekend challenge, 33 words
I can't help wanting to explain, before ending your little planet. Breadcrumbs, Fritos, we appreciated them all. How could you know you were consorting with the enemy?
Ducks. Damned ducks.
War is hell.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Fiction: Scorched Earth
Trifecta weekend challenge, 33 words
I can't help wanting to explain, before ending your little planet. Breadcrumbs, Fritos, we appreciated them all. How could you know you were consorting with the enemy?
Ducks. Damned ducks.
War is hell.
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14 comments:
oh, my . . . :)
Haha!
People seem to like ducks more than they do pigeons, and while I generally feel the same, I think the pigeons' survival instincts would trump the ducks' size advantage---ducks seem to be a bit lazy nowadays.
I'm rooting for the ducks here...
Oh, no! Not the ducks!
You ever study ducks? Perverted sadists the lot of them. They are the enemy!
I am so getting a Good Omens vibe from this...and that is a good thing xD
Cute and clever. I liked it.
Funny - like the title of your blog - I enjoyed it!
Poor ducks. Haha. This is great.
"Consorting with the enemy"-loved it!Great writing & loved the hidden surprise:-)
ducks just go quackers - but I knew those pigeons were downright crappy!
Ha ha! I love it.
Can't trust a duck. Hard lesson learned :)
Thanks so much, guys! I really appreciate the comments. And welcome to the blog!
I think I'm rooting for the pigeons, because if I humanize the ducks I can't have crispy skin. :)
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