All Dads Have Gas
Chapter One - There is a loud quack in the garden
Picture in your mind a father in shorts and scruffy T-shirt a-workin’ silently in his garden with the help of his curious 6-year old son.
Both are raking weeds away from healthy tomato plants and feeling the heat of a sunny July afternoon.
Suddenly, the silence between them is broken.
“Quack!”
“Dad, did you hear that?” says the boy.
“Sorry. What’s that, son?” says the father.
“I thought I heard a duck,” says the boy.
“Where?” says the father.
["All work and no play? Not this father. I say, maintain a sense of humour at all times.": circa 1976]
“Over there,” says the boy. Then he points toward a tall tomato plant behind his father.
The father looks behind him. No duck.
“Our neighbour has chickens. Maybe you heard a chicken cluck,” says the father.
“No, it didn’t sound like a chicken cluck. It sounded like a duck quack.”
“Another neighbour has a dog. Maybe you heard a dog bark,” says the father.
“No, it didn’t sound like a dog bark. It sounded like a duck quack. A loud one.”
“Well, isn’t that the strangest thing,” says the father, as he steps into the next row of healthy tomato plants and wipes his brow.
“You’re doing a great job with that rake, son,” says the father.
“Will you help me with another row?” he asks. “Together we’ll keep our eyes peeled for that duck of yours.”
The boy nods, and sniffs the air.
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Chapter Two to soon follow.
Quack. Why, isn’t that the strangest thing?
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