Space ducks

This article is moosely in content, and has attracted the attention of Observer.

“That man is as soft as a grape.”

~ Señor Mal Élevé on the possibility of being in the wrong article

Science fiction, double feature.

You know, they say what goes up must come down, but does it ever work the other way? Because I'd never expected to find ducks up here. None of them are even Duck Dodgers from the twenty-four-and-a-halfth century. Nope – these are just your common ducks, plain and simple. The fire burning at the back of my rocket was razor sharp. I'll probably be having Peking duck for dinner later if these rides haven't messed with my system too much.

Maybe I shouldn't have spent all that time staring at the laser with the ill behaviour. It made me hallucinate an entire intergalactic civilisation with their own urban development and forms of architecture. If one is to throw their fedora and shout "I hate birds", does it apply to the birds out in the air above the air? Air is rather dangerous, much like the woods, and the bears that lurk in the woods, or in the car right next to your air freshener. Mirror balls are never a good exit route.

“I knew I should have taken the bus.”

~ Señor Mal Élevé on being unable to escape the depths of this article