EP.5 - YELLOW AND THE NOT SO HEINUS ROYAL DUCK

Our little friend was pissed beyond repair.

Yellow knew he was special but it seemed he was the only one knowing it.  The newest problem was the recently arrived royal duck.

Since she had arrived, all the bathroom ducks had been kinda wired. Unbelievable! She was a creepy lady with the heinous wig  he’d ever seen.

That morning Shakespeare had addressed all his duck pals in order to introduce the  - alleged - royal duck: Queen Elisabeth Duck, made in UK of course.  

Elisabeth, Lizzy to his friends (which ones? She hasn’t been there for two all minutes yet) came from a gift shop of the Heathrow airport. She’d lived in a dusty shelf for two long years before someone noticed her. One lucky day someone finally had bought her. The sales clerks had wrapped her in a piece of paper and thrown her in a plastic bag. She had been in the dark for weeks, maybe even months (she’d only been in the bag for two days but who’s counting and, anyway, ducks are not known for being accurate when it comes to counting time).

All the bathroom ducks were gasping, someone shed a tear. The sponge duck was on the verge of crying but she had been squeezed that morning and she had no water to weep out. The queen was a born storyteller, so very passionate she was. The long eyelashes fluttered to keep a sad tear. Her pale blue eyes were clouded by nostalgia for the family she had left behind in the shop and dust. Her long, kissable rubber beak slightly opened while she continued telling her story. Yellow forgot how to breath but acknowledged it only when a mouthful of air came painfully down his throat.

Maybe he’d got the flu?

She was still talking but he couldn’t listen a single word, he could only see her moving slow motion and – he was certain –  for a long minute she had looked right into his eyes. She needed a bit of solace and he – of course  - was the better qualified duck to do so.

He had almost reached her side when another duck popped out from the plastic bag of the airport. She abruptly turned on her left and hit Yellow where it hurts, meaning both his heart and his tail. Our friend lost his balance and fell straight to the ground, as always. 

Yellow wasn’t ready to call it a day though.

Eventually someone would have come into his bathroom to pick him up. He would have risen (literally) in no time to face his  enemy and win her heart.