Look, I’ll be the first to tell you that us ducks are not exactly the brightest crayons in the box. But even so, when I found myself wandering all alone down a street in Hyattsville, Maryland (not exactly farmland, folks) I knew I was probably in trouble. I’d gotten separated from my group and had no idea how to find them again. I really probably looked pretty sad. A sweet mom and her daughter saw me and exclaimed, “look, Howie is lost! Mama can we save him?”
And so it came to be that I arrived here and met the “W” gang and was accepted right away. It is good to be a duck in a gang. We do better together!