Petroc, Alice and Julius’ eldest, is coming home for the first time with his new sweetheart to meet the family. His new friend is American and will be having her first Thanksgiving away from home this year. Alice thought it would be nice if they could treat her to a Thanksgiving Meal so she wouldn’t feel left out.
The apple of his Mother’s eye, Petroc, has been away at Billiol College, Camford studying Medicine. He met his sweetheart Jamie on the rugby pitch; well to be exact she was on the sidelines and he was on the pitch being the new left wing for the First Fifteen. Their love of Rugby brought them together – a sport widely enjoyed by many ducks, consisting of thirty muscular fellows scrambling about on a wet muddy field; a combination of opera, ballet and murder.
Jamie is a Rhodes Island Red Scholar from a well to do family who made their money speculating on the Duck Jones stock market in New York. When their eyes met it was love at first sight and they have been inseparable ever since.
Alice is very keen to get things just right and the family have been very busy with the preparations for this important meal. A slightly confused Julius was told to return the Rainbow tablecloth he had borrowed from Gerald and Duncan after it was explained carefully to him that Jamie can be a girl’s name as well as a boy’s. The ducklings have been told to be on their best behaviour (!) and Heston, rather miffed that he has been told to have yet another bath, is nevertheless looking forward to a slap up meal.
The meal is of course vegetarian as all ducks are. Jamie being very involved in Wildfowl Rights has brought a present for Alice, her hostess, a Turkey of her very own to adopt and so save from the dining tables of the humans. The meal goes swimmingly and the new British Holiday of Thanksgiving is deemed a success!
I hope that you too are able to spend some precious time with loved ones this Holiday Season.
THE match – Wales versus England, Six Nations Championship Decider
The Mallards make a trip to the Millenium Stadium, Cardiff, to support their favourite rugby team. The crowd is passionate – a friendly rivalry between the Dragon and St. George. They sing their little hearts out to support the Boys. The atmosphere is electric and so loud that you can’t hear yourself think ( or quack ). The rugby is fast and furious, from one end of the pitch to the other. But there can be only one winner – the Dragon prevails. Well played all!
And this is what they were singing …
” Wales defeated England in a fast and open game, We sang “Cmw Rhondda” and “Delila” – they sounded both the same, We sympathised with an Englishman, whose team was doomed to fail. So we gave him a big bottle, full of lovely Hancock’s Ale..”
” And we were singing hymns and arias, “Land of my Fathers”, “Ar hyd y nos” …
After the great Max Boyce.