“One of us is going to quack” with the fowl jokes becoming contagious and the musical interlude over with, you promptly proceed with ducking my head in the mud again. Which was another fowl experience to add to tonight’s list. Still you pull my head up and out of the mud and I cough and splutter. But as I cough up at the time what seemed like half the garden from my lungs, I feel your legs wrap around my waist and your arms wrap around my neck.
Yes, you’ve jumped on my back. I contemplate my next move as you tighten your thighs around me. However this next move is a no brainer…I use my hands and legs to help push me up. I just need to get myself vertical long enough to say:
“Duck Ali!”
And fall backwards into the mud. You end up back in the mud with me on top of you, I can’t help but giggle as I oddly decide to make a mud angel. Erin and Bella peek out of their hole and look on bemused, they nod together in unison and say:
“Kate’s finally lost it”.
Erin sensing what was coming scolds Bella and says:
“Don’t you dare say it!”
“She’s quackers?” Quips Bella, as Erin and the whole English speaking world despair.
