First, I want to welcome all the Invisible Friends from SITS that may have wondered over to check out my new book, The Twelve Tales of Christmas. This whimsical collection of stories features everything from sweet Christmas romances under the mistletoe to fun children's stories. It was professionally edited by a published author.
- Read about Priscilla Piper, a little girl who hates her name and wants to be more like her classmates. When Santa grants her wish, she quickly realizes there's a lot more to a name than she thought.
- Meet James, a little boy who has one goal for Christmas: to make his sick mother smile the way she used to smile. When he heads to New York to get her favorite book autographed, he gets more than he bargained for.
- When Rosalita winds up at a costume ball on Christmas Eve, she's just looking forward to pulling off her Edwardian dress and having some pizza. But a mysterious stranger from her past will change everything...
- Iris wants nothing more than to fall in love for Christmas. But past holidays have taught her she's better off avoiding the mistletoe. When a job turns into something more, she begins to hope this is true love...
Now, since you're here, why not settle in and read about the Fuzzy Duck's third date with the rubber chicken? Fellow SITSta Nichole and I have been chronicling our fowl friends' budding love affair for awhile. The couple first discovered each other through a simple blog entry, then went on a date. Things worked out so well they went on a second date!
But this date, the Silver Nemesis of the Fuzzy Duck threatens to ruin their budding love affair!
Read all about it....
A scream tore from the charming pastel cottage on 897 Feather Lane.
"I have nothing to wear!" the Fuzzy Duck wailed, banging her wings against her closet doors.
"What about your gold webbed heels?" her friend the mermaid asked, balancing on her seahorse charge.
"So outdated," the Fuzzy Duck sniffed.
"Your red flirty fringe dress?"
"Too dressy," the Fuzzy Duck wailed.
"What about the pale blue skirt and leaf top?"
"Not Christmasy enough!" the Fuzzy Duck cried. Bursting into tears, she threw herself on the floor. "Whatever will I wear! This is my third date with the Rubber Chicken! He's taking me to the Gingerbread House!"
"Really?" Her friend the mermaid was impressed. "That's a really fancy place."
"I know!" the Fuzzy Duck wailed.
Finally, her friend peeled the Fuzzy Duck off the floor and styled her feathers. Cheered, the Fuzzy Duck set off on her date.
She got to the Gingerbread House early and went inside to wait. To her surprise, the Rubber Chicken was already waiting. He handed her a bouquet of flowers and blushed.
"You look beautiful," he stuttered. "Every time I see you...I just..."
"What?" the Fuzzy Duck murmured, keeping her beak downcast demurely.
"I can't believe a duck as gorgeous as you would want to see an old chicken like me," he finished, grinning sheepishly.
"Oh," the Fuzzy Duck whispered, turning pink. The couple were seated at their table in a dusky corner. After ordering an appetizer of gingerbread, the Rubber Chicken excused himself.
The Fuzzy Duck hummed to herself, shivering slightly in her seat with excitement. She had never met a chicken who could make her feel this way: heart pounding, webbed feet tingling, feathers standing on end.
And then she saw her worst nightmare threading through the crowd towards her.
"Hi, darling!" the Silver Bird cried, plopping down next to her. "How's it going?"
"Wonderful," the Fuzzy Duck snapped. "I'm on a date. Please leave!"
The Silver Bird giggled. "You? On a date?"
"With the Rubber Chicken," the Fuzzy Duck informed her.
"Really?" The Silver Bird cocked her head. "I hear he's quite wealthy." Preening, she settled into her seat. "I'll just wait to be introduced. After all, I'm sure he'd love to meet me."
Bustling about, she nested into the chair, knocking the Fuzzy Duck in the face with her long silvery tale. Seated next to the glimmering bird, the Fuzzy Duck suddenly felt like a ugly duckling.
"You need to leave!" she snapped. "This is a private dinner for two. The Rubber Chicken won't be happy you interrupted our date."
The Silver Bird cackled. "Darling," she cooed. "Be real. Look at me, and look at you. Whom would a rich, handsome chicken want to date? Honestly. What made you ever think you were worthy of a chicken like that? He was probably just being nice."
The Fuzzy Duck's eyes filled with tears. She looked at her mound of yellow fuzz and back at the sleek, glimmering plumage of the silver bird. She clamped her beak together and bolted towards the bathroom, the Silver Bird's triumphant cry echoing behind her.
Barreling into the bathroom, she flew into the side of a large yellow hen. "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "Please excuse me."
"You poor little duckie!" the yellow hen cried, scooping her up in her wings. "Tell Edna what's wrong."
Her feathered chest heaving with sobs, the Fuzzy Duck poured out all the details of the date so far. The hen's eyes narrowed and her beak pinched together.
"What a terrible bird," she sniffed. "But darling, you must realize that the Silver Bird is wrong."
"What do you mean?" the Fuzzy Duck asked.
"Well if the Rubber Chicken wanted to date her, he would have," the hen said reasonably. "But it sounds like he's in love with you. Why are you going to let her steal one of the best things that's happened to you?"
"That's true!" the Fuzzy Duck cried, wiping her eyes. She threw her arms around Edna. "Thanks so much!"
"Go get your chicken!" Edna cried, clasping her wings together.
The Fuzzy Duck marched back to the table and thrust her feathers in the Silver Bird's face. "The Rubber Chicken likes me, not you," she snapped. "And I'm tired of you rubbing your silver glitter in my face. You're so mean and superficial. Leave now or security will escort you out."
The Silver Bird's beak dropped. " I never!" she cried, hopping off her chair. "How rude! I had a date with a peacock anyway!" Flouncing off, she swept her silver tail feathers out the door.
The Fuzzy Duck had just sat down when the Rubber Chicken joined her.
"I'm sorry that took so long," he apologized. "I arranged for us to go ice skating and on a hay ride after dinner."
The Fuzzy Duck beamed. "Perfect."
Stay tuned, Invisible Friends! Tomorrow we have more Christmas fun, including sweet treats, tales of terrible Chihuahuas and more fun Christmas tales!