Family Business

“See?” Mallard nudged Raccoon with his elbow and pointed at the sign. “I told you my mother lived on Witchduck road. Understand?”

Eyewitness

Detective Mallard pushed his fedora back and checked his notes, “So you’re telling me I got a whole herd of wildebeest and one dead lion, and no one saw anything?”

Duck Duck…

Mallard confessed, “The last time I forced a rhyme I spent thirty days in the hole.”