Ducks...
The guy next door bought 6 ducklings 1 Easter.
They all grew up.
Ducks are very messy.
He was friends with Bernadette Castro.
(Yes, the little girl who used to open the sofa on TV)
She has a house on Long Island Sound.
She offered to adopt the messy ducks.
We put them in 6 bulk mail sacks with their heads stinking out
so they would notup the car and took them out to her.
We each carried a duckinasack to the house and rang the doorbell.
At the ring of the doorbell a dalmation, a golden retriever and a
Saint Bernard came charging around to the front of the house.
The ducks freaked out.
The dogs freaked out.
Nuttiness ensued.
(Next time I'll tell the story of why we just happened to have
a bunch of bulk mail sacks around to transport the ducks in.)
(Then I'll tell you "The Anacin story".)