Once upon a time there was a huge stash of
melted plastic.Some of the PVC was destined to a duck shaped
mold.As soon as the plastic was in its liquid state
a machine threw it into a very long conveyor. Long seconds passed and the plastic
became cold and solid. Many rubber ducks popped out from the conveyor. There
was complete and utter chaos everywhere. Ducks popping and bumping into each
other at every turn. This little ducks had no eyes so they couldn’t see where
they were going. Something made of cold metal drove them through the darkness to the paint room.
A light touch made Yellow tickle. When the brush was done with his job, our
little duck looked at the word for the first time. There were nagging and
galling yellow rubber ducks - and
nothing else - as far as his brand new eyes could see. Yellow jerked back but
he had no time to analyze the situation. A giant pipe sucked him in and threw
him out on another conveyor. Without notice, he fell into a tube with other
nine rubber ducks. His companions were all in different colors from pink to
black and they seemed to be nice pals. The tube was packed in a box and the box
was sent to the store. Yellow and his brothers and sisters sat on a shelf for a
very long time. He could feel the dust fell like snow and was really sad. He
knew he was more than meets the eyes and the fact that nobody would buy him,
simply hurt. As the (two) hours went by, finally somebody find out how special
he was and bought the set of ducks. Yellow happily whistled all the way home.
Baby blue, tried to silence him but the trip was too bumpy and noisy and Yellow
was too happy. They finally reached their destination: a
white bath-tube in a tiny bathroom. In the bathroom lived lots of ducks, they came
from all over the word and spoke with exotic foreign accents. To his
bewilderment, Yellow was not the only yellow rubber duck in the bathroom but he
definitely was the only ordinary yellow rubber duck. He had been the only
yellow rubber duck of his set and – after that day in the fabric - he would
think of him as special.
Trying to be unique again, one day our rubber
friend had foolishly tried to change his color but had almost got himself killed.
Due to the fact he was now a very mature duck, yellow decided to try again and
this time succeeded. He found a permanent marker and drew a pair of moustache
atop his beak. He thought they would have made him look charming and
mysterious. He was most definitely wrong.
He was comical. All the ducks had to keep from
laughing every time they looked at him and it wasn’t easy.
For all intents and purposes he was now unique
and unforgettable.
Luckily, one day, someone took pity of the
ducks and cleaned him very carefully. Yellow was now as good as new and even
though he wouldn’t have never admitted it, he had hated the mustaches since the
first time he had seen them reflected in the restroom mirror.
Back to his previous feature, Yellow’s mind was
coming up with a new plan.
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