The ducks, our protagonists, were engaged in an endless series of love triangles, with a few quadrilaterals thrown in for good measure. This season, as we return, we find that Daisy here has added a few hatchlings to her brood. But where is daddy Donald?
Sneaking off into the bushes with Chaz, the young intern at his office. They say that the bushes are where their fantasy football league meets. But a fantasy football league with only two members? How long will you turn a blind eye, Daisy?
Goosey, the loyal but dim-witted best friend, has gotten in over her head once again. She thought that accepting a little "chemical help" from the Ravens would help her job performance, clinching that big promotion she so desperately needs to feed the goslings. But when that high fades, she crashes hard, and it's only a matter of time before the whole pond knows the dirty, dangerous secret to her new-found success...
Recently, the turtles have been making more and more appearances on the shore. They claim it's to sun themselves in this still miserably cold Parisian weather, but they're reappearance coincided rather eerily with the disappearance of several ducklings from their nests. Now rumors are swirling that they've been selling baby ducks to tourists for cold, hard cash. But what would turtles do with cash? Seriously, who starts these rumors? They really need to think them through better.
Ah, the white swans: mysterious, aloof, and dangerously beautiful. The black swans have been searching for years to find the secret to knocking them off of their pedestal, thus making themselves the undisputed Queen Bees of the pond. Many attempts have failed, but it looks like this time they've found the white swans' shocking secrets...stay tuned for the big reveal in the epic season finale showdown.
The heron, wise but reclusive, has been venturing closer and closer to the shore. What are you looking for, heron? And don't say fish. That would be too mundane. And if I've learned anything watching these birds, it's that nothing is ever as innocent as it seems...
*I almost published this post as "Quakers and Quickies," which would have been fairly misleading as I know nothing about the sex lives of the members of the Society of Friends.
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