I am suffering with the screaming nadgers and can barely stop myself shaking. As I trudged through the piney woods to call upon the Aged P a horrific sight met my unwary gaze.
A duck! A mallard Duck! As dead as a door knocker and sprayed gold! Suspended in a metal frame between the trees! I cannot bring myself to think upon this further..
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