EP.1 - YELLOW PRESENTS: THE DUCKS’ TRUE COLORS

Yellow was a rubber duck. He came from a pack of ten bought at a discounted price. He was the only duck in yellow: his brothers and sister were blu, pink, orange, violet…

He was sad because he felt too normal.

In the bathroom he now lived, there were many ducks, a sponge and even a duck shaped dispenser. None of them were yellow though. To be honest, there were other three yellow rubber ducks in his bathroom, but they were all but normal.  This three rubber ducks came straight from the British Museum store and they were dressed as Shakespeare, a roman centurion and a sphinx.

They used to hang out by themselves, no common ducks allowed.

 The last yellow duck sat on the bath-tube, she was dressed as the Liberty Statue (pointy crown included) and was from Liberty Island, New York.

She was enjoyable but, most of the time, when she spoke, nobody could understand her due to her strong accent.

One day, while Yellow was lost in his thought, the solution to all his problems just presented itself.

He remembered quite vividly (he was sure of it) the housekeeper that very morning had filled the washing machine with white bed linen but when she had came back to take them, they were all in a light shade of red.

Yellow cleverly  deduced it was a coloring machine.

Violet, the smartest duck of the pack, mocked him “so, why don’t you jump into that machine and see what color will you come out?”. Our little duck was so thrilled, he didn’t realize his brother was making fun of him.

Yellow knew that on Sundays the housekeeper was used to doing the laundry, so - since it was Sunday morning - he was ready to jump. The sun was shining, the birds chirping and he was flying right into the washing machine between the white sheets and stinky socks. He heard Pink shouting at him something about the hot water but it was too late.

In order to save him from melting to death, all the bathroom ducks assembles and came out with a plan.

One by one, they  jumped on the machine’s temperature button and brought the temperature on cold.

As soon as the completed their task, quickly all the rubber and no rubber ducks headed back to the shelf they belonged to.

“To melt or not to melt….” Started again Shakespeare duck and the Centurion scoffed.

Why couldn’t it have been him into the washing machine? His plastic ears deserved an hour rest, at the very least. Sphinx duck looked at him and simply shrugged.

Yellow’s brothers and sisters looked at the washing machine glass door but he was nowhere to be seen. They were worried sick but, eventually,  the housekeeper came. She empted the machine and there he was.

Yellow was a bit shaken but definitely safe and sound. The room was spinning and there was more brothers than he remembered and more…..well, more of every thing.

When he was able to speak, he asked: “So? Am I red now?”

In spite of throwing him out of the window – which he definitely deserved – Violet laughed and explained to him what could have happened to him in the washing machine.

Yellow almost fainted but he had definitely learned his lesson.

“All's well that ends well” said Shakespeare duck quoting again his human version. He didn’t know Centurion Duck and Sphinx duck, like Iago and Brutus,  were plotting against him …… but this is a duck story for another time.