WHEN I LANDED IN THIS PORT, I IMMEDIATELY KNEW SOMETHING WAS STRANGE.....
FIRST OF ALL, A STREET WAS NAMED AFTER MY LATE ANCESTOR, SIR ROBERT Q DUCKWORTH........
AND THEN I SAW THIS FAMILIAR PLACE..... AND I REALIZED WE MUST HAVE DRIFTED INTO CANADA!
I SPOKE WITH SOME OF THE LOCALS. THE LOOK LIKE THE DUCKS AT HOME, BUT WHAT QUEER ACCENTS......
I FLEW UP THE HILL, AS USUAL, TO GET THE BEST VIEW OF THE VIKING SHIP AS POSSIBLE.........
I ASKED THE OTHER BIRDS, "WHAT WAS SO HISTORIC THAT HAPPENED AT SIGNAL HILL?" THEIR REPLY: "WHY, THE BATTLE OF SIGNAL HILL, OF COURSE!"
FROM HERE I HAD A VIEW OF THE MOST EASTERN POINT OF LAND IN NORTH AMERICA. JUST THINK.... THE ONLY WAY I CAN GO IS WEST!
ITS NICE TO BE HOME AGAIN...... KIND OF!!!
QUACK, RUBBER DUCKIE
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