Sparky, jr.: Daddy, now that the nice lady left you, can we go on a vacation?
Sparky, sr.: Well, son, that’s a pretty good idea. Maybe we can go visit your mama in that Federal Correctional Facility in Florida.
Sparky, jr.: But I want to go to DisneyWorld. Besides, we don’t have a car.
Sparky, sr.: Not a problem, I have something I can sell or trade. Now you go pack. Continue reading
In the Lake District around Sparkyville, there’s a legend about the mysterious Rocking Duck. According to the old tales, the Rocking Duck would come out of the mists in the fall and tell the migrating ducks if the lake was a safe place to land and rest. If the duck didn’t trust the scent of the air, it would quack out a warning and disappear. The only way to prevent this was to bath regularly and to put a collection of hand carved rocking ducks on the water. This would lull the Rocking Duck into a sense of security and it would quietly rock back into the mists, leaving the hunters to slaughter the flocks that came to land. Sniff. It’s a great story, isn’t it? Continue reading