Migratory Troubles
(An original fiction) [Prompt: You always have a plan]
“How did we get lost.”
The mallard and the duck were stuck in the middle of nowhere. The leading theory was that they’d entered Ohio, but the surroundings were very generically Midwest.
“How. The nuts… Did we…. Get lost… We’re birds! We should know south north!”
The duck looked about.
“Yeah…”
“Do you have a plan for this situation?"
“… Uh…”
“Come one, Quest! You always got a plan!”
Now the general plan Quest Duck had was to “follow the spirit”. But he couldn’t, in good conscious, just say that to the mallard out loud.
“Uh… I don’t know.”
“YOU DON’T FRICKING KNOW!?”
Quest sighed, putting a palm in his hand.
“The best plan I got is the one we’ve been doing thus far; try to find a road and maybe hitchhike.”
They came to a road after much trekking about the countryside. Thank goodness that they weren’t near any sizable mountains.
“See any signs?”
“No…”
The mallard took a huge sigh as he looked back and forth across the road. His head drifted to the sky.
“Y’know, now that I think of it, why can’t we just fly?”
Quest looked at the mallard.
“You make a good point…”
Truth be told, Quest had just gotten comfortable wearing his pullover sweater and he didn’t want to take it off…
“… but maybe it’s about the journey over the destination?”
A huge “Hmph.” Came out of the mallard’s bill.
And so, Quest, with the mallard, started to try and find someone who’d pick them up.
