"Waiter, I Have A Duck In My Soup?"

I grabbed a cup of coffee this morning and walked out onto the deck to relax and enjoy the birds and the beautiful day. I opened the door and to my astonishment, a duck was relaxing on the deck, smoking a cigar and drinking a martini. Who was this plucky little gent? As if that wasn't enough, I could hardly believe my eyes when I saw what he was wearing on his feet.

We have friends who come over every Thursday night, Patsy (Jacob's Mamaw), Bec (Jacob's Mom) and Jacob. Sometimes they forget things when they go home because they have so much to take out to the car. Last night Mamaw forgot Jacob's shoes. They were lying at the bottom of the stairs when we went up to bed, but when I came down this morning they were gone.....nowhere to be seen. You can imagine my surprise when I saw them on the dastardly duck. Yes, he was wearing Jacob's shoes. I threw down my coffee and plunged for his neck, thinking I could get Jacob's shoes back for him......but not so easy. He was not going to give up that easily......no not that easily.....as I was soon to learn, this was no ordinary duck. Ut Uh!