Firstly, when we spoke to the odd goat man to enquiry whether our duck had flown over his wall, he acted very strange. The conversation went like this:
"Hi have you seen our duck"
"duck, what duck"
"our duck, she has flown off somewhere"
Duck what duck"
"A duck, you know feathers, beak, goes quack"
"duck, what a real duck"
"yes, a real duck, have you seen one?"
At this point he got a strange look in his eye, a bit like a fat kid standing at a cake shop window....."no duck's around here" was his reply. Now in all fairness he could just be a little simple, or he did in fact roast my duck and ate her for Sunday dinner!
Did you check if he had duckfat dripping out of thecorner of his mouth?
ReplyDeleteOH! I thought that was just dribble! ;-)
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