I would like to take this opportunity to recognize one of my dearest friends. There is no special occasion, no big event serving as a catalyst for my remarks. I simply want to tell Mallard how much I appreciate his friendship. Mallard has led a rough life, and I cannot help but feel at least partly to blame. But through it all, Mallard has remained a loyal friend. When I need a shoulder to gnaw on, Mallard is there. When I need to hear a friend's voice, he is always quick to quack at me. Most of my friends fall silent after a few weeks, but Mallard remains as loquacious as ever. You wear the scars of friendship well, Mallard. The next time we go out to eat, I'll pick up the bill.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Ode to friendship
I would like to take this opportunity to recognize one of my dearest friends. There is no special occasion, no big event serving as a catalyst for my remarks. I simply want to tell Mallard how much I appreciate his friendship. Mallard has led a rough life, and I cannot help but feel at least partly to blame. But through it all, Mallard has remained a loyal friend. When I need a shoulder to gnaw on, Mallard is there. When I need to hear a friend's voice, he is always quick to quack at me. Most of my friends fall silent after a few weeks, but Mallard remains as loquacious as ever. You wear the scars of friendship well, Mallard. The next time we go out to eat, I'll pick up the bill.
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Ayatollah, what noble recognition of your dear friend. I wish everyone was fortunate enough to have someone like Mallard. I had a dear friend once, named Cocoa Bear, but he lost several battles and in the end, he just didn't have it (his "stuffing") in him anymore to keep going. Such a shame, cause we only knew each other a few weeks.
How long have you and Mallard been buddies?
I sure wish my JRT could find a good friend like Mallard. All of the friends he's had seem to stop speaking to him within about ten minutes.
Mallard and I have been friends for six months or so. We met after my parents made a trip to Target. He was apparently a stowaway in their shopping bags.
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