In a New York City penthouse, somewhere in Manhattan, a nest of newly hatched ducklings growing fluffier by the day hides in a bathroom shower stall. I was surprised when my hostess showed them to me—didn't expect a poultry yard in a high rise. Or maybe just impressed that they had an extra bathroom to devote to rearing ducks.
I was trying to think of some puns about this, but will have to leave them to my anonymous friends.
Possible words:
Shower
Peking Duck
Incubate
Love nest
Birdie
Aw, hell, I dunno.
3 comments:
I'm very interested in the long-term plan. A late fall launch from the balcony?
I think the plan is to return them, with the incubator, to the farm from whence the eggs came, where they will likely become suckling duckling in the fullness of time. Unless they're layers and this is some kind of feathered Ponzi scheme.
Were they delivered by a quack?
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