This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a rubber duck. Where is this duck — somewhere typical like a tub or somewhere surprising like a roller derby. Who is with the duck? What is happening? Go where the prompt leads!
Ever since I read the prompt, I’ve had Ernie from Sesame Street singing Rubber Ducky on endless repeat in my head. I’m so sorry, but sharing is something I do, so I just have to share it with you too.
I’ve continued the nonsense with a nonsense story, so that probably requires two apologies in this post. Oh well. Enjoy anyway!
Muddy Footprints
“Aargh! Who just walked all those muddy footprints through the house?” said Farmer Jo.
“Not me!” said the animals in unison, displaying their best innocent faces. “There’s no mud on my feet.” They lifted their feet to show.
“It definitely wasn’t me,” said Rubber Ducky, “for I have no feet. See.”
“Then I suppose it was Mr Invisible. Again,” sighed Farmer Jo.
“It was,” chimed the animals.
Farmer Jo scoffed.
“It was me,” said Mr. Invisible, gradually materialising before their eyes. “Sorry.”
“What?” said Farmer Jo. “So, you do exist. You’re not just in my imagination. That’s a relief.”
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Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Parents of Adult Children, including mine, can be read at the Carrot Ranch.
Norah Colvin 
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