It's theBuster here, with a tale of breathtaking bravery, staunch heroism, and the preservation of civilization as we know it--thanks to...ME!!
It came to pass, during the melting of the Glacier and the coming of more temperate times to subarctic Connecticut, that a foe of daunting power threatened the land. Mustering his forces over the long winter, protected by tropical breezes, this vile creature set out to lay waste to our peaceful settlement. He planned his next move with nefarious patience. I shudder to think of what might have been!
Its name cannot be uttered without inducing terror and trembling.
HAH! the humomm is showing me a sleeping duck...trying to make me think it is a soft friendly sort of animal. But, I know the truth!
Ducks are scheming -- Ducks have shifty eyes -- I was not born yesterday I readily see a foe.
But the humomm is still trying to fool me into believing it's a soft sleeping soul. Do ducks have souls? They certainly have big feet...
This insult will not stand! Buster the Wonder Dawg must take prompt and conclusive action!
Now, I will not burden the more sensitive members of my public with the details of what subsequently happened. Needless to say, it was not pretty. Two photos will suffice.