DaveTheDuck

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17.02.2014

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Dorchester, Dorset, United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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Dave The Duck had always loved the wet Pond with its wild, wandering water. It was a place where he felt sexy.
He was a featery, all muscle, pond water drinker with a fluffy head. His friends saw him as a graceful, glamorous God. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a determined twig. That's the sort of man he was.
Dave walked over to the window and reflected on his watery surroundings. The warm teased like quacking fish.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Sally The Swan. Sally was a determind wing with a skinny arm and round head.
Dave gulped. He was not prepared for Sally.
As Dave stepped outside and Sally came closer, he could see the yucky glint in her eye.
Sally gazed with the affection of 5420 webbed feet vacant vole. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want some more Twitter followers."
Dave looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the slippery leaf. "Sally, quack," he replied.
They looked at each other with active feelings, like two fancy, filthy frog flaping at a very floaty birthday, which had pop music playing in the background and two sexy uncles quacking to the beat.
Dave regarded Sally's skinny arm and round head. "I feel the same way!" revealed Dave with a delighted grin.
Sally looked ecstatic, her emotions blushing like a friendly, funkelplopping frog.
Then Sally came inside for a nice drink of pond water.
THE END