“Welcome ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,” In a whisper ‘and those that I am too scared to disclose as anything, other than expecting them to be human, but of course, I am not allowed to voice my opinion as the ring leader of this idiocy of humour mill.’

“I am James Whynot your host to this insanity and as a follower of the writer's will I must give you today’s interest is a wonder to humanity a nich misunderstandable word, the on the only the DUCK.” ‘This episode may include feather-ruffling.’

Almost everyone knows what a duck is, but a short recap is in order for those who don't. most ducks have a wide beak, feathers, wings, webbed feet and eyes that stare through your soul. they come in all sizes but most male ducks don’t weigh more than 5 pounds female ducks weigh less than that. Male ducks are called drakes and females may be known as hens. This comes up shortly in a search engine so don't quote me.

Now that is all fine and dandy. We get to the reason why duck is the word for today Yes duck is a bird but the word means also something else. The act of ducking. What this means is to dodge or get out of the way downward. When you duck you bring your head or body downward. Ducking is not a more polite way to say the curse word Fucking even though a big count of people seem to think so in the USA.

“Now enough of the lecture writer. The reader now knows hopefully all the context they need for this story!” yelled the host James Whynot.

“Well of course James now on to the story.”

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“Madame,” came a voice behind a set of big wood doors “it is time for your tea. Will you be taking it on the pavilion overlooking the pond in the garden?”

“Ah! Yes thank you, James, that would be lovely.” There came a timid voice from the new countess of Waddling. As new to her title it hadn’t sunk in that there would be someone to answer to her every need. While she was rising from her love seat a maid came to help her up and through the doors to her changing room for a tea dress.

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After changing the dress a new maid came to escort her outside, after she sat down the maid stepped back to let James bring out the tea leaves and water. The pouring of water had to be done by her as tradition dictates a noble woman while hosting tea must pour the tea herself.

After sitting for a while in an uncountable silence James and the maid just staring at her. She brought her gaze upon the pond, where a couple of flocks of different ducks were floating. She brought her observation up for James, as he having worked here for many a year needed to know what kinds of ducks collect around the pond.

“Yes. There are mallard canvasbacks and a couple of marbled ducks there often are one or two flocks of ducks in the pond at any time.

“And who is he?” Asked the countess seeing a young lad come up from the corner of the estate's land.

“Ah, that would be Mich the new stable lad we hired just three months ago said James Shimmering with annoyance. “He has been missing since last night.”

“If you will let me. I need to have a talk with the lad. this will not take long.”

“Yes! Yes of course James take your time.” said the countess warmly thinking of getting rid of a pair of eyes that stared at her constantly.

“And so the countess watched James walk down to the lad to reprimand him, but while he didn’t take count of the ducks in the pond next to him the ducks took count of him as a group came up from the pond to fly toward James and Mich.”

Seeing that James didn't see the tread fing toward him the countess rose quickly from her seat and yelled “James, DUCK!”

This didn’t help James all that much as the tread hit the back of his head a moment later. Still, Mich was quick enough to duck for safety and see the counties running towards them in her teal green tea dress worry plastered on her face.

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“And that is all.” I got a call from James Whynot “That may be your interpretation of the origin of the word of ducking but you may not sully madam's good name heretical horror.

“Aw come on don't be like that James. The readers will want to hear the end!”

“No that is final! Everyone I am James Whynot your host and I thank you in the stead of our writer. It has been a pleasure. Now good day to you all.”