Flapper's Identity Crisis
(August 30, 2004)
"You don't know what you're talking about,
Georgie."
"Yes I do, Flapper."
"No
you don't."
"Fine! Ask her yourself when she gets home."
"I will."
"Good."
"Fine."
"Okay."
"Good."
"I said that already."
"I said that already."
"Stop that."
"Stop that."
"Mom. Georgie has been fibbing to me!"
"I am not fibbing. He is seriously confused."
"Mom, she said I'm a duck! Tell her she's wrong, mom. Tell her!"
Well um... Flapper. You ARE a duck. You're my special duck. You knew that, didn't you Flapper?
"I'm a WHAT?"
"I told you so! I told you so!"
"Are you serious? I mean, are you sure?"
Yes Flapper. I'm sure. You are a big, beautiful duck.
"Well I guess that explains the feathers."
"And the beak."
"I need to be alone for a minute."
"I can't believe it. Why didn't I see the signs?"
"I guess well, I mean you call the cats
'monkeys' but they're not monkeys. They're cats.
I thought 'super pretty ducky' was just my pet nickname."
"It seems so obvious now though... with the quacking and the molting."
"The feet are kind of a give away too."
"You're catching on quick."
"So I am a duck. I am Flapper the duck. (Sigh.)"
"Hey mom. I'm really good-looking for a duck, right?"
"Oh please."
You're a very handsome duck, Flapper. I think
you owe Georgie an apology though, don't you?
And by the way, you've got a little something hanging out of your nose there.
"Oh geez! Do you think Georgie saw that?"
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Flapper would like to apologize to—and
welcome—Georgie.
Georgie came from the Seattle Animal Shelter after being found in a parking
lot in West Seattle with an infected dog bite at the base of her leg.
After being treated by Dr. Dan at the Birds
& Exotics Clinic, Georgie got her
stitches out last week and came to live with Flapper on Saturday, August 28th.
Many thanks
to the Seattle Animal Shelter
for their loving care of Georgie, Flapper's new friend. She is a
shy girl, but already she has no trouble keeping Flapper
in line.
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!!! FLAPPER EMAIL !!!
"Check it out Flapper. This is how we attract the chicks' attention on the island." Hello from Isla Isabel, Flapper. My name is Booby (yes booby, not bobby) I am a blue-footed booby living on a far-away island and my friend Carlos told me that you may like to hear from me. I heard you are looking for a girlfriend, so I'm sending you my picture which includes some useful tips about courting chicks. The chicks are very picky here so you have to show off a little... he he. We all have blue feet here and it is actually considered to be very handsome. Quack! - Booby. |
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Email Flapper at MrFlapper@aol.com
more to come