Twas a fine day out in the plains by the lake, Rover enjoying a short duck hunting
expedition with his master Ron Rarbuckle. Ron would shoot that duck down, and Rover
would go running to fetch it. Rover liked his job, and would snarl at Ron every time
he missed an easy shot. The hours would go by, at first there was one duck at a time.
Then another few hours go by, and two ducks start appearing at a time. Every couple hours there came another one. Rover was starting to feel left out, he began to think,
Why should I have to be left out of the fun? With this, Rover scampered toward the place the next duck fell. Standing strong over the duck, Rover nuzzled its slender,
avian neck. Momentarily the duck awoke with a slight start, a large dog was nuzzling her neck! Rover softly ruffed, "rice rucky...Riiiiice rucky... Ri'll rake rou reel rall retter...". The duck quacked softly, "Qe qentle... Qi've qever qad qa qig qog qike qou..." Rover began to softly lick the duck's down feathers, with a little nip here and there. After a few minutes of ruthlessly dampening the darling duck's down, Rover began to daringly dampen the darling duck's dark damp duckie-maker. The duck quacked in delight, generating an odd mix of a purr and a bark! Rover did his job well, but the duck wasn't quite satisfied. "Qoo qean qi'm qot qetting qa qig qog qike qoo,
Rover saw the sadden look in the poor duck's eyes, and grinned with a "Ry res rof rourse rou ro". With this, Rover gently placed his palpable piece of puppy-power peckerwood deep into the daringly dampened darling duck's darkly damp ducker-maker. Rover then proceeded to act like a maniac, maniac on the floor. Daringly drawing his puppy-power peckerwood from the deliciously damped daringly darkened duck's darkly dampened duckie -maker as a spray of little puppy-seeds covered the darling duck and made her all sticky.
The duck quacked a soft quack, and Rover slowly licked up to her neck. Their eyes met,
and with a snap Rover had drawn the life out of the duck and proceeded to bring her back to Ron. Ron was especially pleased, he had heard stories of rare "Sweet-ducks" which were distinguishable by the sticky coating on their feathers, and decided to share some of the delicacy with Rover. Rover was happy with himself, and began planning his next capture of the legendary sweet-duck.
Then another few hours go by, and two ducks start appearing at a time. Every couple hours there came another one. Rover was starting to feel left out, he began to think,
Why should I have to be left out of the fun? With this, Rover scampered toward the place the next duck fell. Standing strong over the duck, Rover nuzzled its slender,
avian neck. Momentarily the duck awoke with a slight start, a large dog was nuzzling her neck! Rover softly ruffed, "rice rucky...Riiiiice rucky... Ri'll rake rou reel rall retter...". The duck quacked softly, "Qe qentle... Qi've qever qad qa qig qog qike qou..." Rover began to softly lick the duck's down feathers, with a little nip here and there. After a few minutes of ruthlessly dampening the darling duck's down, Rover began to daringly dampen the darling duck's dark damp duckie-maker. The duck quacked in delight, generating an odd mix of a purr and a bark! Rover did his job well, but the duck wasn't quite satisfied. "Qoo qean qi'm qot qetting qa qig qog qike qoo,
Rover saw the sadden look in the poor duck's eyes, and grinned with a "Ry res rof rourse rou ro". With this, Rover gently placed his palpable piece of puppy-power peckerwood deep into the daringly dampened darling duck's darkly damp ducker-maker. Rover then proceeded to act like a maniac, maniac on the floor. Daringly drawing his puppy-power peckerwood from the deliciously damped daringly darkened duck's darkly dampened duckie -maker as a spray of little puppy-seeds covered the darling duck and made her all sticky.
The duck quacked a soft quack, and Rover slowly licked up to her neck. Their eyes met,
and with a snap Rover had drawn the life out of the duck and proceeded to bring her back to Ron. Ron was especially pleased, he had heard stories of rare "Sweet-ducks" which were distinguishable by the sticky coating on their feathers, and decided to share some of the delicacy with Rover. Rover was happy with himself, and began planning his next capture of the legendary sweet-duck.