Geese. Sluts of the bird world. I oughta know. I’m a duck who had the misfortune of falling in love with one.
Her name was Naomi. I loved everything about her except one. Naomi ran with a gang, The Gagglehood, but I hoped one day she would leave that life behind.
Then I found out the truth. The Gagglehood was ring of six prostitutes run by a buzzard named Willie. He had those geese a-laying seven days a week. I was devastated. Naomi swore she loved me, but if she left, Willie would kill her.
Well, I got a bunch of my fellows together and we took out Willie. As soon as he was dead, I looked for Naomi, but it was too late. She had drowned herself. I have nothing left to live for. Maybe I’ll see her in ducky heaven.
This is my BlogFestivus entry for day 6, six geese a-laying. Halfway done! Oh, and sorry to any Daffy Duck lovers out there. Of course, this doesn’t have to have been the Daffy.
|Day||Body Count||Possible Moral|
|Day 1||0||Don’t land in a tree when parachuting with a bag full of money.|
|Day 2||2||Beware of pretty shiny things.|
|Day 3||2||Don’t let taunts get to you. Also, don’t play with explosives.|
|Day 4||1||Don’t mess with the birds.|
|Day 5||0||Fantasy doth not the place of reality take.|
|Day 6||2||Beware of falling in love with a goose.|
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