Slush Puppies, shocker, and zombie ducks.

Sometimes, you just gotta get out there and live.  My new friend Gigs and I did just that tonight.  We hit the mean streets of Londontown tonight with nothing but a few crusts of bread and a strong sense of mischief.

To begin, I had a couple of questions on my mind:  Where do ducks go at night?  And, if offered, would ducks enjoy a midnight snack?

We headed down to the river Thames with a small bag of Wonderbread crusts (100% whole wheat), looking for answers.  For a few minutes it appeared as though the water was lifeless, but then, out of the shadows.... they came.  ZOMBIE DUCKS!

With their eyes glowing green, the undead ducks feasted on our whole grains.  

After the feeding frenzy, Gigs was hit with a mad craving for a Slush Puppy.  We walked for what felt like days in search of a syrupy treat.  I grew weak and dehydrated in the blistering moonlight.  My spirit was broken and I pleaded with Gigs to go on without me.  She slapped me right across the face and assured me that we would get through this together.  Bless her spirit.  Just then, an oasis appeared to give me strength.  

I replenished my fluids and we continued down Richmond Street.  Finally, we found the little white dog wearing the little blue toque and we made our flavour selections.  Gigs went with strawberry/kiwi and I selected the TOTALLY made up "ice berry".  It was at this time that we were faced with one of the strangest propositions one could encounter while purchasing a low-end frozen treat.  The middle-eastern man behind the counter asked us if we would like a shocker for only 10 cents!  Needless to say, we accepted and Gigs will go down as the only girl to ever buy me a shocker.

We returned home with bellies full of slush and faces full of smiles.  I really like my new friend.