Well this was my vision and I’d put a bloomin peacock in it if I wanted to.

Professor Ambrose Penwose, Kiwi

Today’s subject matter may be seen differently by different readers. All I ask is, if you choose to come back as something other than what I have chosen, and we should meet, please be kind to me…and don’t put me in a row.
I was sitting in a pub with a mug and a chip or two when a fly flew by and got in my eye. It landed in front of me and I took a swat at it but missed.
“Son of a bloody bitchin bastard.”
The barmaid said I was just mad caused it got away.
I told her I didn’t want to splatter it all over the bar.
She said I was jealous of it because it could fly.
“I hate flies, and would never be jealous of one if it flew bloody circles around me.”
It flew bloody circles around my head until the bartender held up a magic lamp that the fly flew into and zapped to smithereens.
“Thanks Mate!”
The bar maid said she still thought I was jealous of it.
“If I wanted to be jealous of something that could fly I’d be jealous of a duck.”
“A duck?”
“Absolutely! Ducks are perfect versatile vertebrates. They can fly, walk, float, and swim underwater. They do everything.
The bartender agreed with me and said he wouldn’t mind being a duck.
He and I decided we’d like to come back as ducks whenever we reincarcerated.

That night I had a night vision.
I was reincarcerated as a duck. The bartender was a duck also. The barmaid was there too, but she was a bigger uglier duck with a long neck. We were a singing group. They called us “Duck Duck Goose.”
Perhaps you’ve heard of us?
Please no phone calls. I’ve already been told that the “ugly duckling,” was a swan and not a goose.
Well this was my vision and I’d put a bloomin peacock in it if I wanted to.
Duck Duck Goose started a world tour.
The problem was when we sang we sounded like two ducks and a goose. Awful we was. Booed off every stage.

But we could FLY!

Penwose Out,
By George
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