Much Ado about Ducklings

I had hoped to meet again with my friend from the Anas Platyrhynchos camp, but it appears I've been shelved for more pressing matters.

Apparently, there's been an upsurge in the number of ducklings with questionable aesthetics. "The ugly ducklings" is such a crude label to attach to these downy, grey youngsters. I don't think Anna appreciated my candor on the subject. If you're reading this, my apologies my dear. Of course, I would never intentionally liken you to the sheeple.

Writing Prompt - Lose a Sense

If you had to lose one of your senses for a year, which one would it be?

I think I know of some sheeple that have already lost their sense of propriety, not to mention their senses of fair play, justice, family, and diversity.

For myself, I would choose my sense of entitlement, to better myself as a living being. It would be quite the opportunity to really assess what I expect from others, and what I give in return. Do I mentally tally these things fairly? For the world and others truly owe us nought, and a single year of living exclusively in that reality would do many beings a world of good.

Overheard

To the sheeple who waddled their white, fluffy bums around to the barn the other night:

Had you taken this much interest in those around you before now, you would not need to skulk in shadows to eavesdrop on ducks. Really, it's indecent of you. All you succeed in doing is forcing those you have neglected, ignored even, to find other ways to live their lives without you.

Random Question - Raspberry Flavoring

Blogger has offered up a random profile question, but only allows 400 characters with which to respond. This is highly insufficient for any sort of intelligible prose. I wonder if the functionality was designed with the sheeple in mind?

The questioned proffered today was:
"Why does the color blue indicate something is raspberry-flavored?"

My thoughts:
Because education standards in the United States are, frankly, dismal. Far too many American children have never seen a fresh raspberry, let alone a farm. Rightly, the color blue ought to indicate that a fruity treat is blueberry or serviceberry flavored. Or possibly that it's unnatural, full of the chemically processed artificial sweetener high-fructose corn syrup, and ought not to be ingested.

Please feel free to add your own conjecture to the comments section of this post.

Day 4

The sheeple played Duck, Duck, Goose today and didn't let me join them. The ducks confided in me that they find the game to be disgustingly anti-Anas Platyrhynchos. I fear they may be correct. At the least, the game mocks the seriousness of the Anas-Branta war of 1193 with remarkable callousness.

Perhaps it is best that I was not invited. I may now be able to count the ducks amongst my allies.