Fuzzy

Fuzzy - Inktober Day Twenty One, 2021

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The duck was pretty clumsy, didn't know anything about anything. He was walking towards the shop and turned back because he thought the shop keeper might be busy. There was a party he had to attend, but he cancelled the plans because his favorite internet streamer was going live... the next day. He was asked to write something for his friend's brother, but declined because, 'he was too good for just a school assignment.' One day he was walking in a park and thought about why no one was parking in a walk?

But, wait, what does that even mean? Who cares, he was right, that never happens, whatever that is. His friend's brother came running to him and asked to prove that he is a good writer. Fuzzy rejected his request. He writes only when he wants to write. He asked him to walk with him to his home. After going home, Fuzzy said, he's ready to write.

He wrote a poem to describe how great of a poet he is:

He was watching Daffy Duck.

He was eating bread chunk.

He was selling ancient junk.

He was never dizzy drunk.

He was doing slam dunk.

He was having lazy luck.

He was breaking records, punk.

But he was always Fuzzy... Duck.

-Fuzzy Duck

If you don't understand what the fuzz is this all about... I have to say, me neither.