For as long as he could remember he had hung from a hook wrapped in cellophane next to the party favours and bubble supplies. He had been happy there in the store until one day when the rubber duck on the hook in front of him was pulled down by a gleeful young girl who asked her mom if she could have it. That day he was exposed to each and every shopper who might squeeze him or even worse, purchase him and he grew ever fearful. Where had the other ducks gone ? What would happen to him? He began to pray daily for a new shipment to arrive and cover him. He felt he belonged safely at the back of the hook but it was not to be.
Just 2 short days later he was pulled from the hook and placed in a plastic bag that partially obscured his vision, peeking out he could see “A Buck” on the store front. ‘So that’s my name!’ he thought with relief. He had always wondered. Buck shivered with anticipation at what might happen away from the safety of the store. He could make out many noises outside of the bag but could not tell where he was heading. When the bag finally stopped moving a gentle hand lifted him and freed him from the cellophane that kept him safe and clean but restricted. It was a strange feeling to be so free and yet aware that some protection had been stripped away and he shuddered for a moment until he was placed into a brightly coloured gift bag along with a pink glittery cowgirl hat and some Tim Horton’s gifts. It felt good to be surrounded by these items, surely this place cannot be a bad place. A soft giggle by the woman who placed him there was comforting as well. It seemed that something rather pleasant was about to take place.
An hour or two passed and then the gift bag began to sway as a distant voice could be heard laughing and exclaiming “What’s this? Did someone get me a gift? How sweet!”. Many voices started to share good wishes and chuckles as a chubby hand entered the gift bag and removed the cowgirl hat. “YIPEEEIYO” a voice exclaimed “It’s so me!” and chortles and guffaws ensued as the hand again entered the bag. “Gotta love these !” the voice exclaimed as the novelty rock and roll sunglasses were scooped up. Buck tried to make himself small and hide behind the Tim Horton’s travel mug but the dreaded hand with the chubby fingers clutched him and pulled him into the overly bright lights of an office environment .
A quick look revealed many smiling faces making cooing noises as they looked at him and then the hand that held him moved him close to the glowing face of a middle aged woman who had the warmest smile he’d ever seen. Buck sensed he was among caring people who were sharing a special moment. He wondered what had brought these people together but not for long. “I’m going to miss you guys”. Hmmm, she’s going somewhere he thought. “I’m really looking forward to retiring and it’s awfully exciting but I hope we’ll keep in touch” she said and her voice quavered a bit making a kind of rubber ducky noise. This Buck found comforting. “Retiring?” he wondered. What does that mean? What sort of adventures lay ahead for Buck? What sort of woman is this who appears to own him now? For answers to these and other questions check back often.
Just 2 short days later he was pulled from the hook and placed in a plastic bag that partially obscured his vision, peeking out he could see “A Buck” on the store front. ‘So that’s my name!’ he thought with relief. He had always wondered. Buck shivered with anticipation at what might happen away from the safety of the store. He could make out many noises outside of the bag but could not tell where he was heading. When the bag finally stopped moving a gentle hand lifted him and freed him from the cellophane that kept him safe and clean but restricted. It was a strange feeling to be so free and yet aware that some protection had been stripped away and he shuddered for a moment until he was placed into a brightly coloured gift bag along with a pink glittery cowgirl hat and some Tim Horton’s gifts. It felt good to be surrounded by these items, surely this place cannot be a bad place. A soft giggle by the woman who placed him there was comforting as well. It seemed that something rather pleasant was about to take place.
An hour or two passed and then the gift bag began to sway as a distant voice could be heard laughing and exclaiming “What’s this? Did someone get me a gift? How sweet!”. Many voices started to share good wishes and chuckles as a chubby hand entered the gift bag and removed the cowgirl hat. “YIPEEEIYO” a voice exclaimed “It’s so me!” and chortles and guffaws ensued as the hand again entered the bag. “Gotta love these !” the voice exclaimed as the novelty rock and roll sunglasses were scooped up. Buck tried to make himself small and hide behind the Tim Horton’s travel mug but the dreaded hand with the chubby fingers clutched him and pulled him into the overly bright lights of an office environment .
A quick look revealed many smiling faces making cooing noises as they looked at him and then the hand that held him moved him close to the glowing face of a middle aged woman who had the warmest smile he’d ever seen. Buck sensed he was among caring people who were sharing a special moment. He wondered what had brought these people together but not for long. “I’m going to miss you guys”. Hmmm, she’s going somewhere he thought. “I’m really looking forward to retiring and it’s awfully exciting but I hope we’ll keep in touch” she said and her voice quavered a bit making a kind of rubber ducky noise. This Buck found comforting. “Retiring?” he wondered. What does that mean? What sort of adventures lay ahead for Buck? What sort of woman is this who appears to own him now? For answers to these and other questions check back often.
Thus begins, the adventures of Buck.
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