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The Glorious Life and Times of Lord Duckington The Eighth, Ruler Of All That Is Awesome.
(Part Two of Three Parts)
*burps* Ooooooohhh, I ate too many cookies...
Now, where was I...
Oh yes! I was here:
Duckington The Eighth soon realised that he was not like the other ducks in the Humble Lake In The South Of France. For example, he was about 10 times larger than any other duck, and he was also much softer and squishier. But he also realised that he was the duck that every other duck turned to in their time of need. Other ducks would cry on his shoulder, ask him for advice and moral support, or simply for a hug. Ducks from all over the Humble Lake In The South Of France would come to Duckington The Eighth to talk about their problems and have a big, squishy, comforting hug.
One warm summers day, a local duck named Harry Squawklestein was frantically paddling around the Humble Lake In The South Of France, screaming panicked screams.
"Little Susie!! Little Susie!! Where is my Little Susie?! Have you seen my Little Susie Squawklestein?!"
Duckington The Eighth calmly swam towards Harry.
"Harry," Duckington The Eighth said soothingly, "Calm down, and tell me what is wrong."
"My Little Susie. I can't find my Little Susie. Mrs Squawklestein and I have searched all over the Humble Lake and we cannot find our baby daughter, Little Susie!"
"Its ok Mr Squawklestein. I will gather every duck in the Humble Lake and we will all look for your Little Susie Squawklestein."
Duckington The Eighth swiftly set about gathering all the ducks of the Humble Lake and set them all the task of searching high and low for Little Susie.
After a full day of searching, no one found so much as a feather of Little Susie Squawklestein. As the sun began to set, Duckington The Eighth's body was growing weary, but his spirit was still strong. He decided to rest for a minute under the shade of a Judas Tree.
As he rested his tired duck feet, he became aware of a strange noise emanating from the other side of the Judas Tree.
Duckington The Eighth cautiously but bravely made his way around the other side of the Judas Tree's trunk.
And there, on the otherside of the Judas Tree, sat Little Susie Squawklestein, sobbing into her little feathery wings.
"Little Susie! We have been looking everywhere for you! Are you alright?!"
"I... I... I was chasing a budderfwy, but... but... I got lost in the gwass and I couldn't get back home and I'm scarewed."
"Don't worry Little Susie. I am here now and I will take you home." said Duckington The Eighth.
And Little Susie lunged towards Duckington The Eighth and wrapped her little wings around him in a tight hug.
"I feel so bedder now!" said Little Susie, with a beaming smile across her tiny bill.
The two ducks then began waddling back to the Humble Lake to reunite Little Susie Squawklestein with her fretting parents.
Thus, Little Susie was safely returned to her home and, to honour Duckington The Eighth's poise under pressure, bravery and warm-heartedness, the whole of the Humble Lake threw him a party.
After a grand feast and a few hours of lake-surface dancing, the Mayor of the Humble Lake, Mayor Duckson Splashwater, stood on a large rock in the centre of the lake and began to make a speech.
"Ducks of the Humble Lake, we are gathered here today to honour Duckington The Eighth, the brave duck who brought Little Susie Squawklestein home and made her feel safe, calm and happy despite her harrowing ordeal. Thus, today, Duckington The Eighth, we honour you with a prestigious award. From henceforth, you shall be crowned with the title of 'Lord'. Now, none of us actually knows what a Lord is or does, but it seems like a title befitting a young duck of your calibre. For you, young Duckington The Eighth, are the Ruler Of All That Is Awesome and we are all privileged to have you in our midst. And now a toast! TO LORD DUCKINGTON THE EIGHTH, RULER OF ALL THAT IS AWESOME!"
"HOORAY!" screamed every duck of the Humble Lake.
Lord Duckington The Eighth was speechless and his eyes teared up because he was so humbled by the respect of fellow ducks.
The party continued on until every duck was exhausted and could party no longer.
The next morning, Lord Duckington The Eighth sat on the edge of the Humble Lake with his father.
"Father, I have been thinking." said Lord Duckington.
"About what son?"
"I am not meant to stay here in the Humble Lake. I know that I am destined for bigger things! My purpose is greater than paddling and quacking and fighting over soggy bread and pooing on the sidewalk!"
"What has brought this on my son?!"
"When Little Susie Squawklestein hugged me, she instantly felt better. She was no longer scared and she smiled at me. I now understand my purpose. I was born to be cuddled. Cuddled! By a child! Perhaps the child of a Dean Of Medicine of a big teaching hospital! Or something! I know that that is my purpose in life and I will not fulfil my purpose if I remain at this Humble Lake!"
And with that, Lord Duckington The Eighth, Ruler Of All That Is Awesome, spun his globe hard, squeezed his eyes shut and slapped his wing down on the globe. He opened his eyes to see where fate would be sending him. He lifted his wing, revealing his destination.
"I'm off to Princeton, New Jersey, in the United States Of America!"
Join me next time, to hear more of this thrilling, exciting, extraordinary tale of wonderment!
Disclaimer #4: Disclaimer #1 and #2 still apply to this part of the story.
The Glorious Life and Times of Lord Duckington The Eighth, Ruler Of All That Is Awesome.
(Part Two of Three Parts)
*burps* Ooooooohhh, I ate too many cookies...
Now, where was I...
Oh yes! I was here:
Duckington The Eighth soon realised that he was not like the other ducks in the Humble Lake In The South Of France. For example, he was about 10 times larger than any other duck, and he was also much softer and squishier. But he also realised that he was the duck that every other duck turned to in their time of need. Other ducks would cry on his shoulder, ask him for advice and moral support, or simply for a hug. Ducks from all over the Humble Lake In The South Of France would come to Duckington The Eighth to talk about their problems and have a big, squishy, comforting hug.
One warm summers day, a local duck named Harry Squawklestein was frantically paddling around the Humble Lake In The South Of France, screaming panicked screams.
"Little Susie!! Little Susie!! Where is my Little Susie?! Have you seen my Little Susie Squawklestein?!"
Duckington The Eighth calmly swam towards Harry.
"Harry," Duckington The Eighth said soothingly, "Calm down, and tell me what is wrong."
"My Little Susie. I can't find my Little Susie. Mrs Squawklestein and I have searched all over the Humble Lake and we cannot find our baby daughter, Little Susie!"
"Its ok Mr Squawklestein. I will gather every duck in the Humble Lake and we will all look for your Little Susie Squawklestein."
Duckington The Eighth swiftly set about gathering all the ducks of the Humble Lake and set them all the task of searching high and low for Little Susie.
After a full day of searching, no one found so much as a feather of Little Susie Squawklestein. As the sun began to set, Duckington The Eighth's body was growing weary, but his spirit was still strong. He decided to rest for a minute under the shade of a Judas Tree.
As he rested his tired duck feet, he became aware of a strange noise emanating from the other side of the Judas Tree.
Duckington The Eighth cautiously but bravely made his way around the other side of the Judas Tree's trunk.
And there, on the otherside of the Judas Tree, sat Little Susie Squawklestein, sobbing into her little feathery wings.
"Little Susie! We have been looking everywhere for you! Are you alright?!"
"I... I... I was chasing a budderfwy, but... but... I got lost in the gwass and I couldn't get back home and I'm scarewed."
"Don't worry Little Susie. I am here now and I will take you home." said Duckington The Eighth.
And Little Susie lunged towards Duckington The Eighth and wrapped her little wings around him in a tight hug.
"I feel so bedder now!" said Little Susie, with a beaming smile across her tiny bill.
The two ducks then began waddling back to the Humble Lake to reunite Little Susie Squawklestein with her fretting parents.
Thus, Little Susie was safely returned to her home and, to honour Duckington The Eighth's poise under pressure, bravery and warm-heartedness, the whole of the Humble Lake threw him a party.
After a grand feast and a few hours of lake-surface dancing, the Mayor of the Humble Lake, Mayor Duckson Splashwater, stood on a large rock in the centre of the lake and began to make a speech.
"Ducks of the Humble Lake, we are gathered here today to honour Duckington The Eighth, the brave duck who brought Little Susie Squawklestein home and made her feel safe, calm and happy despite her harrowing ordeal. Thus, today, Duckington The Eighth, we honour you with a prestigious award. From henceforth, you shall be crowned with the title of 'Lord'. Now, none of us actually knows what a Lord is or does, but it seems like a title befitting a young duck of your calibre. For you, young Duckington The Eighth, are the Ruler Of All That Is Awesome and we are all privileged to have you in our midst. And now a toast! TO LORD DUCKINGTON THE EIGHTH, RULER OF ALL THAT IS AWESOME!"
"HOORAY!" screamed every duck of the Humble Lake.
Lord Duckington The Eighth was speechless and his eyes teared up because he was so humbled by the respect of fellow ducks.
The party continued on until every duck was exhausted and could party no longer.
The next morning, Lord Duckington The Eighth sat on the edge of the Humble Lake with his father.
"Father, I have been thinking." said Lord Duckington.
"About what son?"
"I am not meant to stay here in the Humble Lake. I know that I am destined for bigger things! My purpose is greater than paddling and quacking and fighting over soggy bread and pooing on the sidewalk!"
"What has brought this on my son?!"
"When Little Susie Squawklestein hugged me, she instantly felt better. She was no longer scared and she smiled at me. I now understand my purpose. I was born to be cuddled. Cuddled! By a child! Perhaps the child of a Dean Of Medicine of a big teaching hospital! Or something! I know that that is my purpose in life and I will not fulfil my purpose if I remain at this Humble Lake!"
And with that, Lord Duckington The Eighth, Ruler Of All That Is Awesome, spun his globe hard, squeezed his eyes shut and slapped his wing down on the globe. He opened his eyes to see where fate would be sending him. He lifted his wing, revealing his destination.
"I'm off to Princeton, New Jersey, in the United States Of America!"
Join me next time, to hear more of this thrilling, exciting, extraordinary tale of wonderment!
Disclaimer #3: This story carries on from link
Disclaimer #4: Disclaimer #1 and #2 still apply to this part of the story.
The Glorious Life and Times of Lord Duckington The Eighth, Ruler Of All That Is Awesome.
(Part Two of Three Parts)
*burps* Ooooooohhh, I ate too many cookies...
Now, where was I...
Oh yes! I was here:
Duckington The Eighth soon realised that he was not like the other ducks in the Humble Lake In The South Of France. For example, he was about 10 times larger than any other duck, and he was also much softer and squishier. But he also realised that he was the duck that every other duck turned to in their time of need. Other ducks would cry on his shoulder, ask him for advice and moral support, or simply for a hug. Ducks from all over the Humble Lake In The South Of France would come to Duckington The Eighth to talk about their problems and have a big, squishy, comforting hug.
One warm summers day, a local duck named Harry Squawklestein was frantically paddling around the Humble Lake In The South Of France, screaming panicked screams.
"Little Susie!! Little Susie!! Where is my Little Susie?! Have you seen my Little Susie Squawklestein?!"
Duckington The Eighth calmly swam towards Harry.
"Harry," Duckington The Eighth said soothingly, "Calm down, and tell me what is wrong."
"My Little Susie. I can't find my Little Susie. Mrs Squawklestein and I have searched all over the Humble Lake and we cannot find our baby daughter, Little Susie!"
"Its ok Mr Squawklestein. I will gather every duck in the Humble Lake and we will all look for your Little Susie Squawklestein."
Duckington The Eighth swiftly set about gathering all the ducks of the Humble Lake and set them all the task of searching high and low for Little Susie.
After a full day of searching, no one found so much as a feather of Little Susie Squawklestein. As the sun began to set, Duckington The Eighth's body was growing weary, but his spirit was still strong. He decided to rest for a minute under the shade of a Judas Tree.
As he rested his tired duck feet, he became aware of a strange noise emanating from the other side of the Judas Tree.
Duckington The Eighth cautiously but bravely made his way around the other side of the Judas Tree's trunk.
And there, on the otherside of the Judas Tree, sat Little Susie Squawklestein, sobbing into her little feathery wings.
"Little Susie! We have been looking everywhere for you! Are you alright?!"
"I... I... I was chasing a budderfwy, but... but... I got lost in the gwass and I couldn't get back home and I'm scarewed."
"Don't worry Little Susie. I am here now and I will take you home." said Duckington The Eighth.
And Little Susie lunged towards Duckington The Eighth and wrapped her little wings around him in a tight hug.
"I feel so bedder now!" said Little Susie, with a beaming smile across her tiny bill.
The two ducks then began waddling back to the Humble Lake to reunite Little Susie Squawklestein with her fretting parents.
Thus, Little Susie was safely returned to her home and, to honour Duckington The Eighth's poise under pressure, bravery and warm-heartedness, the whole of the Humble Lake threw him a party.
After a grand feast and a few hours of lake-surface dancing, the Mayor of the Humble Lake, Mayor Duckson Splashwater, stood on a large rock in the centre of the lake and began to make a speech.
"Ducks of the Humble Lake, we are gathered here today to honour Duckington The Eighth, the brave duck who brought Little Susie Squawklestein home and made her feel safe, calm and happy despite her harrowing ordeal. Thus, today, Duckington The Eighth, we honour you with a prestigious award. From henceforth, you shall be crowned with the title of 'Lord'. Now, none of us actually knows what a Lord is or does, but it seems like a title befitting a young duck of your calibre. For you, young Duckington The Eighth, are the Ruler Of All That Is Awesome and we are all privileged to have you in our midst. And now a toast! TO LORD DUCKINGTON THE EIGHTH, RULER OF ALL THAT IS AWESOME!"
"HOORAY!" screamed every duck of the Humble Lake.
Lord Duckington The Eighth was speechless and his eyes teared up because he was so humbled by the respect of fellow ducks.
The party continued on until every duck was exhausted and could party no longer.
The next morning, Lord Duckington The Eighth sat on the edge of the Humble Lake with his father.
"Father, I have been thinking." said Lord Duckington.
"About what son?"
"I am not meant to stay here in the Humble Lake. I know that I am destined for bigger things! My purpose is greater than paddling and quacking and fighting over soggy bread and pooing on the sidewalk!"
"What has brought this on my son?!"
"When Little Susie Squawklestein hugged me, she instantly felt better. She was no longer scared and she smiled at me. I now understand my purpose. I was born to be cuddled. Cuddled! By a child! Perhaps the child of a Dean Of Medicine of a big teaching hospital! Or something! I know that that is my purpose in life and I will not fulfil my purpose if I remain at this Humble Lake!"
And with that, Lord Duckington The Eighth, Ruler Of All That Is Awesome, spun his globe hard, squeezed his eyes shut and slapped his wing down on the globe. He opened his eyes to see where fate would be sending him. He lifted his wing, revealing his destination.
"I'm off to Princeton, New Jersey, in the United States Of America!"
Join me next time, to hear more of this thrilling, exciting, extraordinary tale of wonderment!
Disclaimer #4: Disclaimer #1 and #2 still apply to this part of the story.
The Glorious Life and Times of Lord Duckington The Eighth, Ruler Of All That Is Awesome.
(Part Two of Three Parts)
*burps* Ooooooohhh, I ate too many cookies...
Now, where was I...
Oh yes! I was here:
Duckington The Eighth soon realised that he was not like the other ducks in the Humble Lake In The South Of France. For example, he was about 10 times larger than any other duck, and he was also much softer and squishier. But he also realised that he was the duck that every other duck turned to in their time of need. Other ducks would cry on his shoulder, ask him for advice and moral support, or simply for a hug. Ducks from all over the Humble Lake In The South Of France would come to Duckington The Eighth to talk about their problems and have a big, squishy, comforting hug.
One warm summers day, a local duck named Harry Squawklestein was frantically paddling around the Humble Lake In The South Of France, screaming panicked screams.
"Little Susie!! Little Susie!! Where is my Little Susie?! Have you seen my Little Susie Squawklestein?!"
Duckington The Eighth calmly swam towards Harry.
"Harry," Duckington The Eighth said soothingly, "Calm down, and tell me what is wrong."
"My Little Susie. I can't find my Little Susie. Mrs Squawklestein and I have searched all over the Humble Lake and we cannot find our baby daughter, Little Susie!"
"Its ok Mr Squawklestein. I will gather every duck in the Humble Lake and we will all look for your Little Susie Squawklestein."
Duckington The Eighth swiftly set about gathering all the ducks of the Humble Lake and set them all the task of searching high and low for Little Susie.
After a full day of searching, no one found so much as a feather of Little Susie Squawklestein. As the sun began to set, Duckington The Eighth's body was growing weary, but his spirit was still strong. He decided to rest for a minute under the shade of a Judas Tree.
As he rested his tired duck feet, he became aware of a strange noise emanating from the other side of the Judas Tree.
Duckington The Eighth cautiously but bravely made his way around the other side of the Judas Tree's trunk.
And there, on the otherside of the Judas Tree, sat Little Susie Squawklestein, sobbing into her little feathery wings.
"Little Susie! We have been looking everywhere for you! Are you alright?!"
"I... I... I was chasing a budderfwy, but... but... I got lost in the gwass and I couldn't get back home and I'm scarewed."
"Don't worry Little Susie. I am here now and I will take you home." said Duckington The Eighth.
And Little Susie lunged towards Duckington The Eighth and wrapped her little wings around him in a tight hug.
"I feel so bedder now!" said Little Susie, with a beaming smile across her tiny bill.
The two ducks then began waddling back to the Humble Lake to reunite Little Susie Squawklestein with her fretting parents.
Thus, Little Susie was safely returned to her home and, to honour Duckington The Eighth's poise under pressure, bravery and warm-heartedness, the whole of the Humble Lake threw him a party.
After a grand feast and a few hours of lake-surface dancing, the Mayor of the Humble Lake, Mayor Duckson Splashwater, stood on a large rock in the centre of the lake and began to make a speech.
"Ducks of the Humble Lake, we are gathered here today to honour Duckington The Eighth, the brave duck who brought Little Susie Squawklestein home and made her feel safe, calm and happy despite her harrowing ordeal. Thus, today, Duckington The Eighth, we honour you with a prestigious award. From henceforth, you shall be crowned with the title of 'Lord'. Now, none of us actually knows what a Lord is or does, but it seems like a title befitting a young duck of your calibre. For you, young Duckington The Eighth, are the Ruler Of All That Is Awesome and we are all privileged to have you in our midst. And now a toast! TO LORD DUCKINGTON THE EIGHTH, RULER OF ALL THAT IS AWESOME!"
"HOORAY!" screamed every duck of the Humble Lake.
Lord Duckington The Eighth was speechless and his eyes teared up because he was so humbled by the respect of fellow ducks.
The party continued on until every duck was exhausted and could party no longer.
The next morning, Lord Duckington The Eighth sat on the edge of the Humble Lake with his father.
"Father, I have been thinking." said Lord Duckington.
"About what son?"
"I am not meant to stay here in the Humble Lake. I know that I am destined for bigger things! My purpose is greater than paddling and quacking and fighting over soggy bread and pooing on the sidewalk!"
"What has brought this on my son?!"
"When Little Susie Squawklestein hugged me, she instantly felt better. She was no longer scared and she smiled at me. I now understand my purpose. I was born to be cuddled. Cuddled! By a child! Perhaps the child of a Dean Of Medicine of a big teaching hospital! Or something! I know that that is my purpose in life and I will not fulfil my purpose if I remain at this Humble Lake!"
And with that, Lord Duckington The Eighth, Ruler Of All That Is Awesome, spun his globe hard, squeezed his eyes shut and slapped his wing down on the globe. He opened his eyes to see where fate would be sending him. He lifted his wing, revealing his destination.
"I'm off to Princeton, New Jersey, in the United States Of America!"
Join me next time, to hear more of this thrilling, exciting, extraordinary tale of wonderment!
I was watching "Painless" while drawing a picture when I saw Wilson walk into Cuddy's apartment. And then I saw him. Lord Duckington the Eighth. I immeadiatley fell in in love with his Royal Awesomeness. I originally named him Wilson Jr. in my mind, but I certainly like his name now. I have been making icons for this spot but my computer is acting up and won't let them upload.:(
It has come to my attention that Lord has an evil twin. When I first caught ear of this I went online to watch "Joy." When I saw it, I said, ( quote) " Holy crap!" My friend was there and she started laughing hysterically. I don't really know why. I did not find anything funny about it, for it appeared that it was (staring) at me. I got a little freaked out, or a lot, and I just call it Evil. Lord Duckington is my one and only! Hahaha
It has come to my attention that Lord has an evil twin. When I first caught ear of this I went online to watch "Joy." When I saw it, I said, ( quote) " Holy crap!" My friend was there and she started laughing hysterically. I don't really know why. I did not find anything funny about it, for it appeared that it was (staring) at me. I got a little freaked out, or a lot, and I just call it Evil. Lord Duckington is my one and only! Hahaha