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Horatio the Duck's High Seas Hijinks
Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Amelia the adventurous albatross was attempting to circumnavigate the world entirely by floating on unusual objects. She had already managed a successful journey on a giant zucchini and a less successful, very wobbly trip on a collection of corks. Her current vessel was a truly magnificent, oversized, bright yellow rubber duck named Horatio.
Amelia loved Horatio, but Horatio had a small problem: he was excessively buoyant and refused to take anything seriously.
"Full speed ahead, Horatio!" Amelia would shout, flapping her wings for emphasis.
"Woooo-hooo!" Horatio's squeaker would sound, an unsettling, high-pitched noise. "Let's catch that wave! Wait, no, let's chase that cloud! Wait, no, let's just spin in a circle for a bit!"
They were floating through a quiet bay when they encountered a grizzled, old sea lion named Captain Salty. Captain Salty was trying to teach a class of young, serious sea pups about the proper etiquette of the open water.
"Lesson number one, pups," Captain Salty boomed, "is that you must maintain a serious and professional demeanor on the open sea. No nonsense! No frivolous play!"
Just then, Horatio the rubber duck spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees, made a noise that sounded exactly like a giggle, and sprayed a jet of water from his beak, narrowly missing Captain Salty's very serious whiskers.
Captain Salty was not amused. He let out a roar that echoed across the water. "Sir! This is a serious maritime environment! Contain your merriment!"
Amelia quickly covered Horatio's squeaker. "My apologies, Captain! He's just a little overly enthusiastic about buoyancy!"
Captain Salty, momentarily speechless, simply pointed a flipper at the duck. "I have sailed for eighty years, and I have never seen a vessel so disrespectfully cheerful! Now, tell me, is that thing quacking at me?"
Amelia decided a tactical retreat was necessary. She steered Horatio away as quickly as a giant, spinning rubber duck could go. As they left, Horatio let out one last, defiant, tiny squeak of delight.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Amelia the adventurous albatross was attempting to circumnavigate the world entirely by floating on unusual objects. She had already managed a successful journey on a giant zucchini and a less successful, very wobbly trip on a collection of corks. Her current vessel was a truly magnificent, oversized, bright yellow rubber duck named Horatio.
Amelia loved Horatio, but Horatio had a small problem: he was excessively buoyant and refused to take anything seriously.
"Full speed ahead, Horatio!" Amelia would shout, flapping her wings for emphasis.
"Woooo-hooo!" Horatio's squeaker would sound, an unsettling, high-pitched noise. "Let's catch that wave! Wait, no, let's chase that cloud! Wait, no, let's just spin in a circle for a bit!"
They were floating through a quiet bay when they encountered a grizzled, old sea lion named Captain Salty. Captain Salty was trying to teach a class of young, serious sea pups about the proper etiquette of the open water.
"Lesson number one, pups," Captain Salty boomed, "is that you must maintain a serious and professional demeanor on the open sea. No nonsense! No frivolous play!"
Just then, Horatio the rubber duck spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees, made a noise that sounded exactly like a giggle, and sprayed a jet of water from his beak, narrowly missing Captain Salty's very serious whiskers.
Captain Salty was not amused. He let out a roar that echoed across the water. "Sir! This is a serious maritime environment! Contain your merriment!"
Amelia quickly covered Horatio's squeaker. "My apologies, Captain! He's just a little overly enthusiastic about buoyancy!"
Captain Salty, momentarily speechless, simply pointed a flipper at the duck. "I have sailed for eighty years, and I have never seen a vessel so disrespectfully cheerful! Now, tell me, is that thing quacking at me?"
Amelia decided a tactical retreat was necessary. She steered Horatio away as quickly as a giant, spinning rubber duck could go. As they left, Horatio let out one last, defiant, tiny squeak of delight.