AUTHOR'S NOTE: Inspired by a groggy morning that led me to craving a cuppa.
AUDIO VERSION: (aj-the-bluejay dot tumblr dot com slash post slash 177224559097 slash another-installment-of-from-the-city-of-st-canard)
A delicious aroma unlike any other wafted through the air of the Mallard household. Propelled by the air conditioning, it floated daintily up the stairs and into the room of a certain sleeping duck.
His loud snores threatened to blow the scent away, but it was determined to captivate its target.
Despite the snoozing mallard, the mysterious air began to tickle at his beak. An eye slid open, darting around for any suspicious persons. This action was temporary, as soon he found himself not in control. His mind drunk in the lovely aroma and as it intoxicated him into yet another dream-like state, he let out a content sigh and began to float, quite literally, out of bed, searching for the source of that lovely aroma.
His door was opened all by itself and the captivated mallard floated gently out of his room and down the stairs. The alluring aroma directed the dozing duck down past the living room and through the revolving kitchen door where a larger duck was tending to the source of the scent that had our hero victim.
As the cloud of bliss that carried the duck finally reached its destination, the larger duck took notice, having been stirred by the opening of the kitchen doors.
"Morning, DW," Launchpad said, happy to greet his best friend with a smile and a fresh pot of coffee. Drake Mallard, freed from his stupor by his pilot's voice, opened his eyes, shook the spell from his head, and took stock of his situation.
Only to quickly realize he was 4 feet off the ground and came crashing back to Earth with a yelp.
"Morning, Launchpad…" Drake mumbled as Launchpad held out a mug for his friend to take, "Oh, that magical brown bean…"