Free Henry! Free Margo! Free Snoop Duck!

Game Over

I can only keep my blog going if all my friends and I are returned to the classroom. It seems someone thinks it is funny to steal and not return us. I hope we are returned soon. If not, the game is over folks. I can’t keep posting my blog if I am not back to my home/classroom.

I’ve gone viral!

My blog has gone viral! The kids were all buzzing about my blog this morning. I also found out that I’m Back/Margo is now just Margo. There was some murmuring about whether Margo was still alive or not. I hope I get to see her again really soon.

And, apparently, when she returns the kids are planning a wedding for us. I don’t      know if I should be excited or not. I mean, I barely know Margo.

But, its encouraging to know that Margo isn’t pulling a ducksled in the Klondike.  My hideout wasn’t working out very well.  Its hard to build one when you have no hands.  I can type all right with these wings, but hideout construction is another story.

The good news though is That’s my name girl built me a little house!  So, I’m not as afraid of her as I used to be.  Unless her house is really a trap.  She’ll lure me in with poptarts or reeses peanut butter cups and then ducknap me.

Sadly, at around the middle of the day I was ducknapped.  The ducknapper told me I couldn’t tell anyone who took me or Margo would never come back.  I was so looking forward to using my house tonight.  The ducknapper promised to return me soon.  Start a rally….Free Henry!  Free Henry!

I sent a message to a friend of mine to come visit.  I sure hope he does.  I think the 7th graders will like him.  If he arrives while I am still missing, please make him feel welcome.

Duck Out, Peeps!

Fun of the day…..Alien Encounter, Ducksledding

So, the morning was pretty quiet.  The 7th graders went to some Space Station or something.

I was hoping one of them would bring me back an alien friend, but they didn’t.  My biggest problem is that I’m Back/Margo is still missing.  I thought for sure he/she would be strolling back in with a smile on his/her face and say, “Guess where I’ve been?”  But, no dice.

The 7th graders were talking about a dog named Buck that got kidnapped and shipped off to the Klondike.  I’m starting to wonder if I’m Back/Margo had that happen to him/her.  As we speak, some mean guy in a red sweater could be beating him/her with a club.  Oh, the horror.  Seriously, I googled it.  There are some mean people in Alaska kidnapping ducks to pull their sleds as we speak.

See what I mean?  Oh, the insanity.

I’m going to spend tonight building me a great hideout just in case those ducknappers return.  I hope its not one of the 7th graders.  One of the boys was talking about how cool it would be to beat a dog with an axe.  Yikes.  Keep that kid away from me.  Well, hideout building time.

Duck out, Peeps!

Yo, it’s Henry

Well, my new friend I’m Back/Margo disappeared today.  I was saved from that girl’s pocket and returned to my new home safely.  When I got back I’m Back/Margo was still gone.  Fortunately, he/she game me his/her password to log into the blog thing.  I listened closely in class and figured out what they meant by blog, so here I am.  My frog friend vanished too.  It looks like its going to be a lonely night in the classroom without I’m Back/Margo or Frog Dude.  I’m eyeing some chips for dinner one of the students dropped on the floor.  And, one kid threw away like half a poptart.  She must have went crazy.  Who throws away a poptart?   I’m eatin’ well tonight!

Duck out, Peeps!

I’m Back!

Well, I got a new friend over the weekend.  He is a Drake Duck he tells me.  I haven’t figured out his name yet.  Speaking of names, mine got changed AGAIN.  Now, they are calling me “I’m back” and then people get really freaked out.  Like today at lunch, this girl was all flipping out when she read my name.  Then this girl said my name was Margo and my new friend was named Henry.  What’s up with that?  That girl probably has some odd name or something herself.  So, I’m still not sure if I’m a boy or a girl because I’ve had 4 names now.  Henry hasn’t said much to me.  He still seems overwhelmed with all the 7th graders gawking at us.  Then, the girl that kept screaming, “that’s my name” when people would read my name on Friday took me and Henry and put us in her pocket.  I’m a little worried what she has planned for us.  Another friend appeared today too.  He is a frog.  I was stashed away in that’s my name girl’s pocket before I got a chance to talk to him or her.  Hopefully, when that’s my name girl stops playing with me in her pocket, I can escape to safety.  In the meantime……Duck Out, Peeps!

Where’s the Duck? Trials and Tribulations

I’m having an identity crisis.  I feel like I should be on milk cartons or something.  Everyone is looking for me even though I am in plain sight.  I am just your garden variety mallard.  One day, I was miraculously discovered meandering around a classroom. Next thing I know, I somehow became the classroom “pet”.  I can’t let them see me moving, so I move when the room is empty.  Sometimes, when no one is paying attention, I move undetected toward the doorway.  I’ve escaped a couple of times only to be transported back to the room.  One time, I was even flushed down the toilet.  Yes, freedom at last, I thought.  But, no, I floated back to the top of the bowl and one of those grubby 7th graders actually fished me out with his bare hand only to dry me off and place me back in the room.  My adventures are growing.  I find myself on some students’ desks and they treat me kindly and gingerly.  Other students treat me like garbage.  Literally.  I’ve had at least two names because someone likes to flip me upside down and write on me.  Oh, how that tickles.  My first name was “Jack John ******” (last name omitted to protect the innocent).  I liked that name.  I beamed with pride. Some people laughed when they heard it.  Not sure why. I thought it sounded sophisticated.  But, alas, some punk kid had to go and turn my world upside down again.  After brushing something on me, my named was changed.  And this time, I was a girl.  How that happened, I don’t know. So, with my new name in tow, I began announcing myself as “Grace *******”  Apparently, one of the students kept screaming, “That’s me” every time my name was announced.  Wow, was that annoying?  Talk about identity crisis.  Why would that girl ever think she’s a duck?  She doesn’t even have feathers. Hey, girly, if you want my name, you’ll have to pay my bill.  HA!  Get it? Bill? A little duck humor for you.

I hear these kids talking blog this and blog that.  ”My blog tells about natural home remedies” or “I need to challenge someone to a game of gaga for my blog” or the worst was “I don’t know what I want my blog to be about.”  So, I looked into this blog thingy.  Whoa! How cool?  I decided right then and there I was going to start a blog. All these crazy 7th graders seem soooo interested in what I’m doing. I’m like a celebrity or something.  So, keep your eye out kiddos, I making my way around your school. Follow my adventures, see where I’ll end up next.  You never, know, it could be your desk, your crate, or even your backpack.  Stay tuned.

Duck out, Peeps!