My sister in law lives in Timonium, down Baltimore way, and in a nearby town, there’s a house on a corner with a most beguiling feature.
From the street, the lawn of this corner house rises sharply, and at the very top, sits a fair-sized duck made of stone or ceramic. The woman of this house is handy with a sewing needle and quite creative. She dresses up her duck for holidays and such. Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s Day, etc., and always with appropriate, very cute, eye-catching costumes.
When we were visiting there once, it had rained and rained for days. Wanting to see what the woman had done to punctuate the monsoon, we drove by. There it was outfitted in a brilliant yellow slicker, and sitting cheerfully, in a little raft of its own.
Knocked us out.
This morning, my sister in law called and in the course of the conversation, mentioned that the duck today, is arrayed in a red, white, and blue shirt with a Gold Medal draped around its neck – just like a real Olympian winner.
The woman and her duck are now somewhat famous in the area, and there’s been at least one article written about them in the local newspaper.
Ah, but one morning the woman of the house awoke to find her precious duck gone! Stolen! She must have been decimated. But then a short while later she began receiving postcards from the damned duck – from Germany, France, and other countries on the continent. Eventually, her precious animal reappeared at its regular perch at the top of the lawn, none the worse for wear.
Turns out some college kids (most likely) birdnapped the duck, took it on a European tour, then put it back the same way they took it: anonymously.