Hello.

Hello.

Hello? Hmm... no reply. I guess that must mean

she was dead. Because if one didn't reply, one must be dead. There was no way she would ignore his message, so she had to have died. He called all her relatives, telling them the h

e learned that she died recently and that he was going to lead an expedition to look for her, so they can set her to rest.

and waited. Tremendous pressure greeted his bent legs. Thighs burning, not from what he had hoped, he sank further into the Groping Lotus position, which would send the wrong

message to the ducks. As the ducks screeched they flew in flocks toward him with a disgusted look. The ducks always had a short temperament. As tensions heightned

The ducks spat on him and flew off. He was suddenly left alone in the most famous part of town. There was a musical stream passing by him which he wanted badly to join but couldn't

because of his bad back. One of the revelers saw him crying on the curb and swept him up and onto a float. "Quack!" he said, and everyone answered. He had never felt so accepted.

At last every duck and swan in town had validated him. He was crown king quackers and funded the feed the hatchling society for poor lost cygnets and ducklings everywhere!