Re: New Folks in Mohicanland...Will No One HELP???

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: : : : : : Ducks as FOOD??  QUACKQUACK!  SQUACKLE!  Blades??  Sharply-honed?  QUACKQUACKQUACKQUACKQUACK!!!!!!!  OH!  OH!  Oh, MY!! *running in circles faster and faster*  ACK!!  QUACK!!  Run for your lives, fellow ducks!!  Run far, run FAAAAAAAAST!!!  QUACKQUACKQUACKQUACKQUACK....pant, pant, pant, pantpantpant...GASP!  *THUD!!!!*

: : : : : : *dead silence...a very blue in the beak Miss Paddletale lies flat out on her feathered backside in the middle of the Village Green*

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: : : : : What's this?? Miss Paddletale passed out, blue in the beak, from one of her hyperventilated, skyisfalling attacks, and NO ONE is going to help her??  No mouth-to-beak resuscitation?  No slapping of her little feathered cheeks until she comes around again?  Tsk.  Nothing but a spiteful remark from the GnomeDome about being glad someone ELSE is in trouble??  How uncharitable!  How uncivilized!  How perfectly...PREDICTABLE!!  Mohicanland...ya gotta love it!  Only here can a fat, waddling duck wearing a blue calico bonnet, be lying passed out in the middle of the Village Green, and no one pays the slightest attention.  Guess I'll have to fly down to the river & get some cold water to dash in her face...though carrying it back one tiny beakful at a time sure won't have much of an effect, sartain...but what else can I do???

: : : : : *exasperated sigh*
: : : : : Birdie

: : : : Wait! Wait! Fear not! Doctor M is on the way!! Let me load
: : : : 'er into this baking di...I mean, Special High-Sided Metal
: : : : Stretcher, and take her to the Clinic. I think an immediate
: : : : application of slooow steady heat is what's called for --
: : : : say about 325 degrees for 3 hours. Now where did I put
: : : : that recipe for Wild Gnome Dressing???

: : : : Doc M

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: : : RUFF! RUFF! SNAP! Growwwlllllllllllll.  Get yer hands off that duck, Doc Mary, or we are gonna have a serious disagreement, and it's not gonna be "one of these days".  SNAP!  We'll see about who's gonna get their duck cooked here!  Hands off, I bark!  I'm gonna crouch right here and protect Miss Paddle Tale until somebody comes to get her.  She's a FRI'ND, d'ye hear?  Grrrrrrrrr-RUFF!

: : : Hector

: : Fear Not Hector!!!  I'll save her!  Here I come to save the day......*singing in horrible voice sounding like a parakeet in a blender*

: : I will take her away from all this....hang on!

: : CRASH!  CLATTER!  *as the spit gets caught between GnomeDome's legs and he drops blue enamel roasting pan he had hidden behind his back*

: : GnomeDome
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: Somethin' strange about the Gnome comin' to rescue Paddle Tale and carryin' a roastin' pan just like the one Doc Mary had. My scents tell me there is an ATTITUDE here, and I don't trust their SINcerity.  I think I'll just catch her up by the nape of her neck and sneak home with her while they're all scramblin' after their cookware and stumblin' over each other.  She Who Tracks will know what to do for poor Miss Paddle Tale.

: GRAB!  LIFT!  Zoooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmm.

: Hector


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