So far we've been subjected to Drew's dogs, cats, and pigs, not to mention the odd warthog. Enough should be enough but Drew now brings on the ducks. His pictorial menagerie is enlivened, as if it needed to be, by the insistent and incessant quacking of demented ducks and drakes on the duckpond.
From Aylesbury to Peking, duck and duckling fanciers will be hard put to compete and possibly would be wise not to try. A quack in time saves nothing.
