EP.6 - YELLOW AND THE BOUNCING CONTEST

A few days ago Yellow had been thrown on the floor by the (future) love of his life: Elisabeth Duck, Queen of England. She came from a gift shop where, apparently, she had been bought with a friend of hers: Scott, the Scottish duck.
All the bathroom ducks were in line to talk to her but her friend from the Heatrow shop was always by her side. They barely talked to each other, still he was there lingering just above her funny hair. Truth to be said, it was a wig and it had been very popolar during Elisabeth's reign but nowadays it was all but fashionable.
Yellow was already a lost cause, he looked at her with big dreamy eyes and had cought himself more than once counting the perfect feathers on her perfect wings on her perfect plastic everything. Scott studied everyone so very carefully and had never opened his sporran, not even once in two whole hours. Yellow was sure there was something very misterious in that little bag of him.

He was a strange duck, he pretended to be a fine warrior but he wore a skirt. Maybe it was better than the nothingness Yellow was used to dress but, sue him, Yellow preferred his nakedeness to wearing a skirt.
Anyhow, the guy wasn't much of a talker but was a superb bouncing player. One evening, after a huge glass of soaped water, he had even said he was one of Sir Conan Doyle’s ancestor, that he was from the Highlands and that there were movies and even chips named after him.

It was hardly the truth but who was Yellow to question Scott’s family history?

Yellow knew nothing about this movies or the chips but the Scottish duck was really charming when he told stories. A better storyteller then her duck majesty herself.
Strangely, Shakespeare and Scott didn't get along, the English poet didn't like the other duck's accent and independent spirit.
They were fighting all the time and the bathroom toys were bored by their incessant bickering. At some point the situation simply went south.
"What art thou saying?" Shakey bursted out "Where do you think you are? This is not your cold, beloved Scotland...."
"Ye mind yer business, ye ken nothing about my Country ...... ye sgòideasach lad".
 It was at this point that her majesty Elisabeth Duck, Queen of England, decided to intervene. She quietly looked at the two contenders but addressed the bathroom crowd: "My dearest friends, I think we should have a bouncing tounament so they may calm down themselves," she was now looking directly at the two fighting ducks "and we all can have fun" they fiercely nodded in her direction and she smiled in return "the winner will spent all day with me" she added. Yellow’s rubber heart stopped. A whole day to make her love him back! He was going to win the tounament.

Most of the rubber ducks got in line to sign in. Yellow looked at his rivals. They were bigger than he was but he was a born bouncer. In no time all the contestants lined up on the bath tube's edge. They only had three chances, three bumps each. The one who'd jumped the highest would be the winner. Centurion duck smiled at him from his right.

Centurion duck had no interest in dating the queen but he was a roman soldier, he couldn't let a challenge go unanswered. The Statue of Liberty duck on his left threw both her (feathery shaped) thumbs up.

All the contestant ducks were ready.

Sphynx duck joined the parade and the Statue of Liberty duck shifted a few inches on her right to make room for him. Also Yellow had to shift on his right.
"Three, two...." The countdown had started when, shifting to give room to his friend, Yellow slipped on a soaped spot and fell down into the bath tube. All the ducks began to bounce on the bath tube's edge while our friend was desperately bumping downstairs into the bathtube.
At one point he jumped so hight he almost reached the edge. Nobody saw him jumping that high though.

Bottom line, Centurion duck won the contest and Yellow had to wait for someone to come to his rescue.

Falling down while having fun, just another day in Yellow’s life.