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I was about to end up like uncle Frank..Quack! And then I made my escape from the Vietnamese’s family and ran blindly..quack..down the road! I kept screaming for my life,” Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack!

This boy came out of a house with his mother. They were warriors, protectors of the weak and feathered! I ran through the door and into their lives. I was safe!

There I learned the ancient warrior art of duck becoming pit bull. Lady jess was tuff..quack.. but fair. I have learned the technique of attack..”Check I.D’s!” and the ways to be clear..”I.D’s check out” Quack.

I have been by her side for many years and have ran with the pack of protectors. This pack of warriors will protect and keep our tribe safe and fun! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack! Quack!

Namaste

**BONG!**