It's strange isn't it, how a familiar place can often bring people back. Like revisiting a favourite memory.
Whether it's their old family home, or their favourite playground.
For me, it's... Well...
On the edge of the St Canard bridge.
...
Yep, basically, all the major problems that I have seem to end in this rather scenic spot for,
oh...Let's say...
My whole life...
I'm not kidding.
You wanna know how I got from a small, innocent, little duckling, into a 25 year old grown duck whose normal past times include standing on the edge of a reaonably high bridge surrounded by St Canard's finest in justice?
You must have a lot of time on your hands... fine, fine.
...
But let's be clear, I'm only telling you this in case anyone else said different, kay?
Okay, let's start at the beginning, and when I reach the end, I'll stop.
...maybe.