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Last week Mrs. Cottontail received a letter from the North East Animal Society requesting help from animals all around the United States. This winter has been very chilly and with many animals losing their homes during hurricane Sandy, they need extra help to stay warm.
Mrs. Cottontail had the little guys make signs and go door to door asking for blankets and sweaters for animals of all sizes. They received so many donations! Especially from the snow birds in Florida who didn’t need the blankets they brought with them in the fall. They received so many donations, they weren’t sure how to deliver them. Pembleton had already headed to up north to assemble a group of volunteers to help distribute the donations, so Ducky had to come up with a plan to deliver all the goods. Since Pembleton wasn’t there to tell Ducky “No”, Ducky got his train out of storage, and volunteered to take them up himself on the Ducky Express! He was on his way and this time he was going to follow the rules of the rails and not get in trouble (or so he hoped).
To be continued…
Chugga Chugga! CHOO CHOO!
After a couple of incidents that Ducky doesn’t want to talk about, Ducky needed his own vehicle in order to get around. He went to his piggy bank and counted all his human money- $7.28. He then went to his turtle bank and counted all his animal money- 15 lime jelly beans and a linty licorice stick. Ducky was so proud of his savings and knew he would be able to get the perfect vehicle.
After collecting his money, he hopped on the city bus and headed for the Ferrari dealer. After being laughed at, he headed to the other local dealerships. No one wanted to sell him a sweet ride.
Feeling defeated, Ducky remembered his friend and local mechanic, Bio-Diesel Weasel, also sold used cars. He headed over to Bio-Diesel Weasel’s shop right away. Once he laid eyes on an old timey car, he was hooked.
Ducky made Bio-Diesel Weasel an offer, he couldn’t refuse. He loved lime jelly beans. Plus he owed Ducky a favor, for rescuing his cousin from a cat. Later he threw out the linty licorice stick.
Ducky was now the proud owner of “Ducky Ducky Bang Bang” the loudest and oldest bucket of bolts on the block. With the help of Mr. Lamb, Ducky was ready to hit the streets at a whopping 10 miles per hour.
“Born to be Wild”
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