Dewey Duck Novels & Stories

He stated icily, "Today is a lucky day for you. Let's pick up where we left off next time." Dewey dashed toward the pond as soon as he finished speaking. Even though the position of Sect Master was important to him, the life of his disciple was more important. "Master!" Alice was overjoyed as she saw Dewey approaching and said weakly, "I feel hot and uncomfortable..." "Don't be afraid, Alice!" Dewey said as he quickly walked up to Alice and held her in his arms. He comforted her in a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid. I'm here. Don't panic even if you are spiraling into madness."

“You were right! She’s with Ducky and Mr. Soggy!” Mr. Soggy was a teddy bear who went from white to some variation of cream color that could not be identified, who had gone through the wash four times and now looked like he'd survived an apocalypse. But to Mira, our little girl, they were her world. And through them, she’d become mine.

He was always such a positive force. Scotty flipped his long brown hair out of his face. His snake bite piercings gleamed in the light as he grinned. His large brown eyes looked me up and down, taking me in. It was like he forgot what I looked like and now he needed a full on reminder. Dewey was the tallest of the boys. Standing at six five he seemed like an intimidating dude, but he was also the sweetest of all of them. That’s weird to say, considering he’s a full on con artist and participated in an armed robbery, but outside of his criminal activity he’s a total sweetheart.

Cried my eyes out when they called me an ugly duckling. Now? I turned my back and walked away. Riley was right there, following me. "So, it's official? You're done with him?" he asked. "Kinda saw that coming. Anyway, you free tonight? I'll treat you dinner." He grinned, all golden-retriever energy, but I didn't bite. Dating wasn't on my radar right now. ... That evening, when I got back from self-study, Kenneth was waiting outside my dorm. He held a bouquet of white lilies, all polished and gentlemanly.

The older then walks carrying the goat to him. Dae immediately stretches his hands and takes the baby goat carefully from the older's hands and gently starts caressing it's back. Aroon also crouches down on the ground and accompanies the younger in petting the goat. After sometime it wiggles and runs away from their grip. " Aru...! look there ! ", Dae suddenly points to the far end of the field where he spots a group of ducks and ducklings waddling around. "Ducks !", he squeals and runs to them.

I need food. I hop down the two-by-four bridging our platform and the plank and leap over Uncle Dewey. Per usual, he’s sprawled half-in and half-out of the trailer, rear paws dangling over the steps, snout mashed against the door frame. His fur reeks of beer. Sometimes he shifts back to his wolf before he finishes his drink, and he tries to lap the dregs. Then he ends up soaked or with his tongue stuck in the neck of a bottle. “Find anything?” my sister Drona asks from the kitchen table.

A miracle happened. A beautiful white swan rushed up to the surface from beneath the water. At the moment of its transformation, everyone was stunned. "Ah, what a beautiful swan!" Jerry exclaimed in amazement. Even Sabrina couldn't help but to cry. She opened her mouth as she looked at it in shock. She couldn't bring herself to close her mouth again. "Norton, you're amazing." Jerry couldn't help but to give him a thumbs up as praise when he saw how the rubber duck transformed into a white swan from Norton's quick thinking.

“It’s a duck!” Deagan called out, causing Hazel to stop short and send him an incredulous look. “Where in the world did you get that from!” She exclaimed which made everyone burst out laughing. “Uh, you said it swims on top of water?” Aria couldn’t hold back her giggles when the timer ran out. “I said it’s man-made!” He huffed in reservation and looked at her expectantly. “Well, what is it?” “A sailboat!” everyone else chorused, much to his annoyance.

"It's disappointing, man. So fucking disappointing." I wanted to punch him and break his nose then and there but I reconsidered after judging all the parts he would break if his punches landed on me in return. Hell no... I wasn't ready to die yet. The main reason for Dewey's visit was obvious. There was a new girl he had been stalking for a while. He needed a wingman to go with him while he dropped the moves on her. A little confidence boost. Dewey liked the girl because of her ass. He was the type of guy that went crazy for ass. You could lead him into an invasion trap set by a terrorist group if the right type of ass was to pass by. To him, it wasn't about the size but the shape. To Dewey,