please tell me a story about a duck that lives in a small pond.
it's for research i'm doing on ducks in small ponds.
also, i'm bored!
it's for research i'm doing on ducks in small ponds.
also, i'm bored!
ducks
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Once upon a time there was a duck named Rassafratz. He was a beautiful duck. The other ducks in the pond looked up to his beauty and wisdom. Then he was eaten by a gator. Distraught, the other ducks killed themselves.
The end.
The end.
Wow! I mean, wow. That story had everything: Ducks, wisdom, beauty, carnivores, death and distress. It even had closure. This will help greatly in my research because I didn’t know gators ate ducks.
There once was a duck in a small pond. It was really thirsty, so it drank. But it couldn't stop drinking and consumed all the water (and wildlife).
Then it became so fat, it fell on its back. Unfortunately, a tiny stone tickled it's spine. So the duck couldn't stop laughing. Nor fall asleep.
Eventually, he became zombie duck. A great, ferocious man eating beast. Terrorising the streets of city, somewhere in the middle of anywhere. A towering inferno, a landslide victory. A wobbling jelly of disgust, slowly but surely, steadily progressing into the arms of doom.
The military machine awaited its arrival. When it popped and reared its ugly face over the tops of yon pine trees nearby, it was blown to smithereens.
The water poured out of its neck, and filled a nearby pond. Or whatever resembled this. It had been a warm, long summer.
A young, tired duck landed on the smooth smelly water.
The end?
Then it became so fat, it fell on its back. Unfortunately, a tiny stone tickled it's spine. So the duck couldn't stop laughing. Nor fall asleep.
Eventually, he became zombie duck. A great, ferocious man eating beast. Terrorising the streets of city, somewhere in the middle of anywhere. A towering inferno, a landslide victory. A wobbling jelly of disgust, slowly but surely, steadily progressing into the arms of doom.
The military machine awaited its arrival. When it popped and reared its ugly face over the tops of yon pine trees nearby, it was blown to smithereens.
The water poured out of its neck, and filled a nearby pond. Or whatever resembled this. It had been a warm, long summer.
A young, tired duck landed on the smooth smelly water.
The end?
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Wait. I thought you could only turn into a zombie if you had Heinz 57 fed to you intravenously. At least I got that impression from watching south park.
