Where do our favorite, yellow plastic bathtub ducks go when when we die? Do they move on when we throw them out? Why don’t we worry about what they have witnessed whilst with us, and what they can do with that knowledge? What happens when we aren’t looking?
What would happen, then, if they met? Imagine Ghandi and Mohammed Ali’s ducks meeting in a bar for a bit of bob-and-weave about greatness. What if Mozart’s duck met John Lennon’s? What if Jesus’ duck met Moses’ in an unlikely team-up to discuss past miracles and current mayhem? Imagine John Keats’ duck meeting the runaway duck of Grand Master Flash (which got so tired of living in the ghetto that it ran away) or Eminem’s (“Will the real Slim Shaduck please stand up!”) for a discussion about modern poetry and rhyme.
Or the ducks of the three tenors squeaking in high seas together in perfect harmony?
Or Pamela Andersons sexy, surgically and curvaciously enhanced duck meeting Bill Clinton’s that wouldn’t stop squeaking for a quick peep?
Just a thought…
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Well, I can’t claim to have given the above cunundrum much thought since…. FOREVER!
So Mr. Stewart, you’ve stated a process. An unstoppable process.
Research have been carried out. Books were read. Wonder instilled. An finally a picture was taken.
I have found that rubberducks are food. Food for the infamous DuckGhoul of South America. I saw one just last week in Ribe (?). Apparently there was a major rubberescape from a local orphanage, thus luring at swarm (yes, they swarm) of DuckGhouls to Ribe and surrounding areas.
They are a beautiful species of bird. Vicoius as seldomly seen throughout the animal kingdom.
They attack ferociously and mercilessly. The rubberduck have no chance. One moment it swims along happily, with a smile on itslittle, red, beek. Not a care in the world. And then, WHAM, a RubberGhoul strikes. It shreds the polycabonate outerskin of the bird, proceeding to devour it in one determined swoop.
Heartbreaking and, yet, very facinating.
Rubber flies everywhere.
This is also a warning. Keep your rubber animals (as well as other rubber items – the ghoul has been known to attack any rubber item in a bad duck year) under lock and key.
The RubberGhoul is here.
I’m happy to having secured a picture of this very camerashy bird. See for yourself http://www.hecker.dk/rubberghoul.php
What I think about bathtub rubberducks, is that if there is a hole in one where the water can enter, it is a living bacteria nest. Think about it. It will always be filled with water from the hot hane (!)…..
Ole