Last night while studying, Pembleton heard an awful noise coming from the garage. Ducky had invited some of their friends from the neighborhood for an impromptu concert. “What are you doing Ducky?” Pembleton asked after the noise stopped.

“I’m singing the blues, Pembleton. What do you think I’m doing?” Ducky asked.

“Well at first I thought a cat might be dying, but then I recognized your singing.” Pembleton replied.

“Hey that’s not nice.”Ducky pouted.

“Sorry it’s the truth,” Pembleton said, realizing he was being a little mean. “I’m sorry Ducky. I didn’t mean to sound so mean. So why are you singing the blues?”

“Oh you know,” Ducky’s replied, “I got the- Sunny California, everything’s wonderful blues!

“WHAT?!?!” Pembleton said, shaking his head. “Sometimes I just don’t understand you.”

"Sunny California, ain't nothing wrong blues!"

“Sunny California, ain’t nothing wrong blues!”

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