“What do you mean, make it rhyme?” Mallard looked aghast at his editor. “Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme. That’s like saying every doughnut has to have a hole in the middle. Are you insane?”
By Any Other Name
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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.”
