Source: FFfAW Challenge – 201st
This week’s photo prompt is provided by H.R.R. Gorman. Thank you H.R.R.!
”Donald, come out. We know you are in here. We can help you but we need you to cooperate with us. We know you are scared but no one will hurt you. You can trust us. We are your friends. We only want to talk. ”
The tall man in charge was getting annoyed and I could sense that he was also afraid. Afraid of not finding Donald. I tried to hide my amusement at his obvious distress. It really wasn’t a funny situation.
The tall man kept looking anxiously for Donald to come out.
I jokingly stated that Donald was probably contemplating his surrender but the white flag was out of the question since he was out of toilet paper.
The tall man whose name was ironically George Smalley wasn’t amused and told me to shut up.
I silently turned the remote on and Donald the duck was suddenly spinning and quacking his way to end the hostage standoff on top of a Roomba.
“That is Donald? ”
”Duck, duck… Goose, ” I cheerfully called over my shoulder.
Story word count: 177
And like a celebrity, I'm just like everyone else...
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