The Aftermath
Rumour has it that the infamous Alfred the Duck hasn’t left his labrythine mansion in weeks. All he’s done, some sources say, is intensely monitor the internet’s reaction to his latest story. That and order chinese pancakes. And left-hand gloves.
But are these just rumours, or, if they are true, are they just the excesses of a mind so overflowing with creative genius that us mere mortals could never hope to understand what was going on? At the moment, it may be too early to tell.
What I do know, however, is that when I interviewed him all those weeks ago, he was brimming with intelligence. The air almost hummed with ideas buzzing around his mallardian skull. In any case, I can understand why he wants to hide, even if only for a while. The press have been less than kind to him, what with his eccentric behaviour and apparent penchant for human females. Hardly a day goes by when another famous model comes forward to tell of lost weekends of debauchery and Chinese Takeaways with the One Known as Alfred.
I’m going to contact him again now, using the email address he said to use ‘only in an apocalypse’ and see what happens. I will cross my fingers, put on a left-hand glove in honour of him, and wait.
