Knew

Through our network and careful deduction we discovered an ancient plot.

For at least 60 years rumours had been carefully started and spread to make eveyone believe the ducks had started the final war and by a combined effort of other nations they had been almost wiped out.

The moment I found out "they" came after me with dogs and torches and I had to run for my life. Running through an empty riverbed they almost caught up to me when a follow-believer rescued me at the cost of his jacket that was caught by some kind of white grappling hook.

When I knocked on the door of the Duck's headquarters at first they wouln'd let me in because apparently I represented the establishment. When they eventually did I only saw a scared littly boy, hiding behind a chair and a very sick man in a rocking chair at a fireless fireplace in a badly lit room.

The man was a friend in real life, who died some years ago.

When -in my dream- I told him the truth about the duckwars he told me he was grateful for my efforts but he already knew.

Accustomed to

After years of living underground after the Apocalyps had taken place we decided it was time to leave our hiding place. At the top of an old stone stairway there was a big grey door. With a bit of help I slowly pushed it open and saw a world that was different than the one I remembered.

People where walking through what appeared to be a shopping street. In stead of white, all window-panes were black. The people regarded one another in a very unusual fashion and their hairstyles were way out of order. Most women wore some kind of Australian cowboy-hat.

This, however, was the world I had to get accustomed to.