Author’s Note: Okay, this story is possibly humorous, but only if you read it right. Not that it’s hard, you just have to let your imagination run wild, and enunciate as much as possible. This story is best read out loud, but since I can’t do that for you and I think that everyone should be able to read its amusement, I’m stooping to these means. So remember; imagine and enunciate.

The battle was raging! High in the sky, the two mighty figures were fighting to the death. Every blow struck caused a spasm of weather catastophes! Whirlpools, tornados, blizzards, hurricanes, VOLCANOES EXPLODING! The world would surely end at any second!

And yet the stick and the rubber ducky showed no mercy! A bite there, whack there, punch, whack, kick, whack, and QUACK! The thunderous boom from the duck sent the stick flying with its sound waves! It fell into the ocean and was drowned by an avalanche.

“And the duck wins!” Bobby cried, smiling and laughing gleefully. He paraded around the kiddy pool, rubber ducky still in hand, celebrating the victory.

A crashing blow on the side of his head, and the great figure fell to his doom. Abel stood up, dropping the stick in the grass, and smiled.