A Mysterious Date between the Rubber Chicken and Fuzzy Duck

To see the previous dates and learn about the Fuzzy Duck and Rubber Chicken's story, go here and here.


It was nothing like he had planned.




After their last romantic date, the Rubber Chicken knew what he wanted to ask. The long separation at Christmas had made him even more anxious. The days had felt like weeks and the weeks had felt like years. The phone calls and letters weren't enough. He had to see the Fuzzy Duck, stroke her yellow feathers and kiss that orange beak. And most importantly, he had to ask the question that was burning a hole in his soul.

The duck of his dreams

He had made the reservations at the Nugget, the new hot restaurant, a week in advance. He had called the florist and told her to put together the prettiest bouquet. He'd gotten a feather cut, shined his shoes and ironed his shirt.

For thirty minutes he waited at the restaurant. The Fuzzy Duck never showed.

In his state of devastation, it was as though he could see her fuzzy feathers at the table.

With his head lowered, the Rubber Chicken tipped the waiter and left the restaurant. Something was wrong. He knew it. The Fuzzy Duck would have never stood him up.





He made a beeline for her friend the mermaid, who often hung out at the Fuzzy Duck's cottage.





As soon as she opened the door, he knew it was bad news.

"I thought you might come here," she said. Hiding her face behind her green tail, she handed him a letter. "Read this."



Gulping, the Rubber Chicken took the letter. His eyes skimmed over the hastily written words and he felt his chest tighten.

"Darling," the Fuzzy Duck's desperate hand had scrawled. "Something terrible has happened. My mother has been captured by the dreadful Skull Face of the Halloween decorations. He's threatening to hold her until next October. I tried to call, but I couldn't reach you. I had to go save her. Please understand. I'm yours. Hold my seat for me. Love, the Fuzzy Duck."

Lowering the page, the Rubber Chicken stared at the floor. The Mermaid sniffled and stroked her pet seahorse.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked.

"There's only one thing I can do," the Rubber Chicken said calmly. "I'm going after her."

"What?!?" The mermaid gaped at him. "That's crazy. If she's in the attic, there could be all sorts of spiders and roaches and Easter decorations..."

"I don't care," the Rubber Chicken said, puffing out his chest. "I'd die for the duck I love."




And with that dramatic statement, he ran out into the night. He didn't know where he was going or what he was doing. He was only a simple chicken after all. A simple chicken in love.




But he knew he had to find her....no matter where that might be.

To be continued...

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