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he'd continue to hum and wipe, blissfully unaware of the yellow one's blunder. the mallard tipped his beak to speak, eyes closed and tone singβsongy.
β hmmοΈ΅?β put what again? β
it'd be a shame for the tool to be lost!β that was their only one!
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the very sight and stench of warren's gloved digit lead the duck to tear the crossword immediately away from the worm's direction.β he'd crane his neck to glare.
β you again!?β what do you know?β i skewered you with my gouging things! ββ then a scoff!
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ββ fourth starter!
the duck, perched up on his very special and strictly π©πͺπ΄ own step stool, bent over the sink basin and worked tirelessly on their mess.
without skipping a beat, he'd turn to @PCPPETBOI, sopping kn!fe in feathery palm and humming,
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and he'd gladly take it back, balancing the poor deceased heap on his hip.β sorry about him!β he's new to all this ' being neighborly ' business.
raising his free pointer finger, the duck would chirp, β i did, once! back in the war. β
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well, he had the rest of the neighborhood to bump elbows with, but that was besides the point!
β what!?β you don't eat chicken?β are you stupid? β
upon the news, his smile would drop completely, the elated pride in his voice quickly replaced with gawk and disbelief.
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β it is! ββ he'd happily declare, β what kind of a question is that? β
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matter-of-fact, he'd nod, β yes, of course! it's a housewarming gift. β
and then a very.β very.β abrupt silence.β he was staring with a grin on his beak like the beagle was bound to chow down at any moment.
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ββ third starter!
green isn't a creative color, hmm?β well, the duck would have to sorely disagree!β that was his color. that was the π―π²ππ color, aside from red, of course.
... soo he's been leaving little green gifts wherever he could.β that'll show @LIFEGALL3RY!
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πΆ the pig one mistook my shredder for the bin and now there's β! π·β his hands would stiffen into claws, πΆ βrubbish all over it! π·
πΆ oooh, and the other one.β that lazy annoyance!β he wouldn't help me with the mess at all!β he just sat there and laughed! π·
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ββ second starter, hello!
so peaceful are the days where nobody spoke, the days where he could melt into his rocking chair!β now, usually he'd grow bored of the silence, but the paper's got a fun crossword for him.
everything is perfect.β wouldn't you agree, @lonelywcrm?
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now he would've just scampered off had it not been for the attack on his manners!β duck plants a foot, whipping around to glare at the taller.
πΆ you don't know what those idiots did! π·β he pauses. why did that face seem familiar? πΆ i have every right to be upset!β π·
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he's looking at you funny.β feathered finger hooked at the front of his beak.β
yees.β he is ...β observing.
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