Angelo
 

Story of life of my fictional pet duck slash best friend Angelo. Anything ridiculous sould do. Here is how we meet or the beginning:

Me and Angelo met while we were in the same orphanage. While there, Angelo told me the story of when he was an egg and how he was hatched. He was suppose to be shipped from Champaign to Orlando. FedEX messed up and he went from Chicago to New York, Miami, San Diego, a haunted house in France, Dallas, and was finally hatched in Nova Scotia.

Inexplicably, Angelo had a thick-as-porridge Scottish accent, although he had never been to Scotland. One day I asked him why. "Och, because it's the only one I can do properly, ye ninnyhammer," he responded. To this day, that still gives me a little whizzy feeling upstairs, if you know what I mean.

Today me and Angelo went to Bed Bath and Beyond. He wanted some new bed sheets. When we got home, we decided to play Hide and seek. Angelo was up to bat first, I mean hide first. He thought hiding in the dish washer was the greatest idea he ever had! Not so much. But on the bright side, he got a much needed shower and now he smells like delicious lemons. Hooray for lemons!

Whee! Angelo enjoyed the dishwasher so much that he wanted to go in again and again. Fortunately for him, I have much more common sense and I realize that type of behaviour would only drive our water and electricity bills through the roof. He was very disappointed as he felt that his newly citrusy self was appealing to the ladies. To placate him I decided to take him shopping for lemon-scented cologne.

Whee! Angelo enjoyed the dishwasher so much that he wanted to go in again and again. Fortunately for him, I have much more common sense and I realize that type of behaviour would only drive our water and electricity bills through the roof. He was very disappointed as he felt that his newly citrusy self was appealing to the ladies. To placate him I decided to take him shopping for lemon-scented cologne. We checked several stores, but the closest we could find was lime. Angelo was dubious but he seemed to perk up a bit when the salesgirl complimented us on the purchase.

Whee! Angelo enjoyed the dishwasher so much that he wanted to go in again and again. Fortunately for him, I have much more common sense and I realize that type of behaviour would only drive our water and electricity bills through the roof. He was very disappointed as he felt that his newly citrusy self was appealing to the ladies. To placate him I decided to take him shopping for lemon-scented cologne. We checked several stores, but the closest we could find was lime. Angelo was dubious but he seemed to perk up a bit when the salesgirl complimented us on the purchase. I was happy because he now smelled like a Margarita, causing me remember our trip to Mexico.