Feed the Ducks

Feed the Ducks

Jeremy ran with his stick waving it wildy before him. He had never been so happy about what he was doing. It seemed like such a simple thing to do, he didn’t understand why people hadn’t done it before. It was great watching the huge flock of them waddle ahead as he drove them on. Suddenly the first few took off and he knew his job was done here.
“Be free ducks be free!”
“Sir what are you doing?”
“Freeing the ducks like the sign says.”
“Sir the sign says Feed the Ducks. Now you can round them back up.”

Paris Rehab

WIth the new medicare rules Americans are heading out of country to get their medical treatment. Most of them go to Canada or Mexico, but those that can afford it go to where that care is best. With that many people going around looking for care cities and even countries started to specialized. If you need a heart bypass you go to Italy. If you need a knee replacement you got to Turkey. Germany and France fought over who would get to be the rehab capital, Paris won out, but Germany got something too, Hamburg is the McDonalds rehab capital.

Plot Bunnies

“Hello can I help you?” The store clerk asked
“I’m looking for some story ideas.”
“Well we have some ideas back here.”
“Woha what are those?”
“Oh, you don’t want those they’re plot bunnies. They can be dangerous.”
“But that is what I need, just a cute little idea.”
“But, sir!”
“That’s what I want.”
He took two of them home, surely one of them would work.
A month later, they found him face down on his desk, piles of paper all around him, half written stories, and hundreds of plot bunnies. He didn’t read the warning.
Plot bunnies multiply.

Thanks to @EAWwrite on twitter for the Plot Bunny