• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 05
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Don’t even ask

This is SO humiliating. My jailer is carrying me to the County Fair and proposes to enter me in the Pets Fancy Dress parade. No prizes for guessing which presidential candidate I am supposed to represent. He superglued this ludicrous wig onto my tender scalp last night while I was fast asleep. But why me? Couldn’t he find a compliant duck to fulfill his vainglorious dreams? Well, as soon as I am released, I shall goose-step to the nearest Democratic Party junket and never lay a golden egg for him again!