Mallard fluffed his tail feathers.
“Now Rubber, remember what happened last time, when we swam too close to the center of the pond, right?”
Rubber thought for a second.
“Oh, yeah! We were almost gator bait!”
“Exactly… we can’t risk our lives like that again! I still have nightmares about those humongous teeth that almost turned us into duck sauce!”
Rubber laughed obnoxiously.
“Hey, Mallard, you know you’re not a Mallard duck, right?”
Mallard rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I guess my parents named me that out of wishful thinking…”
He paused, trying to think of a better comeback.
“Rubber, you know something? Your not actually rubber, right? Except... maybe, your brain is sometimes!”
"Rude! Where's some duck tape when I need it? I'd tape up your bill if I had hands like a monkey..."
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Rowan Finley
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