• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 03
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Plastic Toy, Not for Seals

Brought in as the piece of artificial in a sea of real, rubber ducky found himself in an unfamiliar position. Surrounded by water, really his life-long desire, Ducky perched on the corner of a white tub filled with a variety of seals and women. Not bathtub seals, but the aquatic mammal. A mermaid, with a breast the size of a squishy Labrador pup, pink nose and all, stared pleadingly at the bather, whose feet rested to the left and right of the overflow drain.

Please kick up the water, Ducky pleaded. Let these foul creatures slip down the drain and into oblivion.

But each time the bather moved her toes, the conch swatted them with the bladed end of a razor.

With a heavy sigh, Ducky turned and leaped off the edge of the tub and into the seascape beyond and was never seen again.