The Tale of Patrick the Radioactive Duck: Part 1

Once upon a time there was a duck named Patrick. Patrick was not a happy duck. His mummy had been eaten with hoisin sauce and his daddy had left before he was born. His lake had lots and lots of yucky nuclear waste in it.


Patrick was not a happy duck. He was a very sad duck.

"I must go and seek my fortune," said Patrick, "Somewhere they do not eat hoisin sauce."

On Tuesday, Patrick packed his things, which was nothing, and set out into the big wide world. He climbed out of the yucky squelchy lake, over the horrid smelly bins, and under the electric fence. Patrick's wings were stuck to his sides with nuclear waste so poor Patrick couldn't fly.

Just as he was waddling past the 'WARNING! TOXIC WASTE" signs, Patrick came across an unfriendly face.

"Hello," said the creature, who was big and really hairy, "My name is Eustace. I am a fox. May I be your friend?"

Before the hoisin sauce, Patrick's mummy had always taught him to be a polite little duckling, so he replied, "Why hello, Eustace, what a delight to make your acquaintance. I would be honoured to be friends with you, as I have never had a fox as a friend before. Come to think of it," he added, "I have never had a friend of any sort before."
"How strange," saud Eustace, who had very large yellow teeth, "You seem such an agreeable chap."

TO BE CONTINUED...