dagnabbit all, Momma... today be one a them thar days.

first off, my dang drake show'd up... hisself all bloody 'round his neck, and I shore dunno whut got 'im.

thinkin' mebbe a bush cat?

he's still purty quick on 'is feet, for bein' injured 'n' all.

anyway, I wanna ketch 'im, and pluck 'im afore he gits all infeckded or sumpthin'

but I CAIN'T ketch 'em !!

it be rainin' this mornin' and th' dang groun' is all muddy an' slippery-sidewise.

I just ain't FAST enuff these days, Momma.

and I durn shore go and went PLOP by th' side of th' pond, dagnabbit !!

picksure poor Kay, wit' a backside all slimy wit' clay-mud, and QUITcher laughin' Momma!!!

tell ya whut... y'all come over, and gimme a han' an' afferwerd, we'll set ourselves down to a fine roasty duck dinner.

and THAT's another quick-like way tah cleer da room...

askin' fer help pluckin' an effin' duck.