Henri and Minerva were eight and nine respectively. Henri had a brilliant idea.
‘You know how those couple of wild ducks in the paddock don’t care about sheep? They waddle around the sheep without a care in the world. Whereas the minute we appear they fly off. So what if we pretended to be sheep? We could catch the ducks.”
Henri and Minerva put on large raincoats, even though it was a sunny day. They began crawling towards the ducks on all fours.
“Baa!” said Minerva.
“Baa!” answered Henri. They were certainly realistic sheep.
When they got within roughly a hundred yards from the ducks, the ducks flew off.
The experiment didn’t work.
“I have no idea,” said Minerva, “why the ducks still knew we were humans.”
Dear Reader – let me interrupt. As the narrator, interrupting a story is something I rarely do, but in this case an exception has to be made. As a hobby-scientist I feel duty bound to point out a fact: the ducks flew off not because they thought Henri and Minerva were humans. They flew off because they thought Henri and Minerva were ducks, and ducks don’t go “Baa!”
Wool over their eyes, our legs pulled.
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Rattle your dags!
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LOL!!!
Depending on who says it ‘dag’ can be a term of endearment over here. Is it the same in NZ?
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Yes – “A bit of a dag” – applies to a person or a situation. “S/He’s a dag”. “What a dag!” etc.
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Apropos of nothing, really, I walked past a sign that said, “Duck, Eggs.” I thought, “That’s an unnecessary comma.” Then it hit me.
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Ha! Good yoke!
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Baa!
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Clearly you’re dairy.
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You’re milking it.
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The use of authorial intrusion to produce the hilarious twist is brilliant.
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Thank you Uma. I quite enjoyed being silly!
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Can’t pull the wool over them thar ducks! This got a good chortle!
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Quack!
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It was the raincoats wot did it – they should have worn cardigans!
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I think the duck-catchers muddled up bleats with pleats.
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Why didn’t they quack?
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Cock-a-doodle-do!
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I was pretty sure Henri and Minerva were going to turn out to be wolves, but then who ever heard of a wolf in duck’s clothing? That would just be ridiculous. Your story is much better.
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A wolf in duck’s clothing could make for an interesting Fairy Story. They could cry “Duck!” instead of “Wolf!” especially if the house was falling down around their ears or something.
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By the way, I recently read a book that made me think of you. An Elderly Lady is up to No Good by Helene Tursten (translated). It’s a small collection of short stories about a little old lady with a tendency toward murder. Have you read it? I think you’d find it enjoyable.
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I shall attempt a peek thanks Sarah.
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