And so it came to be that Mr Du Bonerre the duck was allowed out again to partake his leisurely stroll, on condition that he do not snaffle up cigarette butt-ends nor suck up spoltches of chewing gum from the pavement to chew upon, especially while quacking.
But Du Bonerre was ill-deposed to regard this renewal of rights in good light, as he was to be accompanied by none other than Gertrude the cook, whose quota of humour consisted entirely of singing Christmas songs; a reminder that the thin line between wearing a silly Christmas hat at the table or being on the table itself as part of dinner lay entirely in the quality of his after-dinner joke repertoire.
“Hey, Gertie!” He started, waddling along the pavement,”Hallowe’en’s over, take the mask off!”
No reaction. He tried again: “Hey sugar, I got diabetes!” He rasped.
Under her hat, Gertie fumed.
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