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Main Ingredients:
manager
tycoon
duck
asparagus
mosquito
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1/4 dollop of capriciousness
1/8 cup of rage
It was the duck. They said it was the tycoon, but in the end, we all knew the truth. It was the duck. It had been the duck, and dammit, it would ALWAYS BE THE DUCK!
The manager, always one for throwing mosquito nets on problems and calling them solved, refused to look at the facts. The triangular footprints, the untouched asparagus--why these details practically barked DUCK, but Polly A'loilie, whom we suspected of having more than one feathered ruffled by the water bird, wouldn't to listen. Plucking a feather from her bodice, she insisted that the tycoon had to be our suspect.
To be continued . . .
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