Monday, July 10, 2006

 

Top Brass



It is the most shattering experience of a young duck's life, when one morning he awakes and quite reasonably says to himself, "I will never fly." A surprising number of waterfowl are made without wings, but not all ducks have the wherewithal to reach this existential angst; here's one however, who surely has. All of which does not prevent him carrying out his appointed function with alacrity - easing feet into shoes at the most ungodly hours, sparing not only man's heel, but also that of sock and shoe, and nary a word of complaint. Known by the wags in Duckland as "the Brass", and why not?

Who can say what else goes on behind those inscrutable eyes - sometimes I don't know what he's thinking...


Comments:
this duck is the business; there must be a role for him alongside vinnie jones's enforcer character in the next lock stock movie - a name like 'the brass' has all sorts of connotations...
 
I think I'm beginning to understand. You're probably onto something here - I've always been glad to be on the right side of him; as I said, who knows what else goes on behind those inscrutable eyes? He is rather built like a priest - no, I don't mean a priest.
 
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