to hell in a handbasket is the answer i am tempted to proffer.

it's noon on sunday and i've gotten not a whole lot done this weekend (per usual). and how did lent creep up on us so suddenly? i must've missed a memo. or a mass. or two (geh).

anyway, won't sulk about that. i still believe in miracles.

i'm off to do some writing.

meanwhile, in world news, birds have begun devolving back into dinosaurs.



now i have to have a four-legged duck in a story somewhere. naturally.

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somehow i see a children's book in all of this: cyclops kitty and catterpillar duck: all new adventures.

: D

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I was so enthralled



by the ominous black-gloved hand I missed the extra set of feeties at first gander (gander, get it? hoo, bird jokes).

I'm still more interested in that hand and its intentions.

I think there's room for a four-feetsied duck in your story. why not? ha

moo (ing on Sunday)

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he looks pretty perky in the picture ~ i get the impression from the article that the back legs aren't motile.

if he does survive, i have a feeling he'll live well.


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Let me know when chickens start getting four legs. In fact, I'm going to write a letter to Purdue. I do love my drumsticks.

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Four-footed ducks? Wow, freakish. Things are going to hell in a handbasket indeed. Happy Lent to ya.
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