Once years ago I went with my friend Adrian to music class. I liked going because Adrian's music teacher had a huge cat named Ducky. To illustrate just how big Ducky was, I guess I would say he was the size of a Great Dane if a Great Dane ate something really fat like a hundred times over. This cat's name was Ducky because he couldn't even meow. He could manage a quack if his body was positioned just right. Hence the name Ducky. If Ducky had been human, he would have been one of those people who needs to be cut out of his bedroom by firemen.
He was a wonderful cat. The music teacher kept him on a diet, but I believe his problem was glandular. This particular day I went over and played with Ducky while Adrian had his music lesson. Midway through his lesson Adrian needed to go out to his car to get some sheet music. While he was out there he slammed his finger in the car door. He came back into the house acting like nothing had happened. He calmly talked to his music teacher and and acted perfectly cool. All of the sudden, he turned white and fainted. In my mind he appeared to fall slowly, dropping his sheet music and vaulting headlong into the couch that Ducky occupied. I remember being really worried about Ducky at first. Then, like a flash, I was worried about Adrian. What was going on? As it turned out, it was nothing. Adrian was just being a little bit of a puss because he hurt his finger. The good news was that Ducky got some exercise that day. I actually saw him run.
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