“The teacher said I gotta have a duck suit Friday,” announced Billy, a second-grader. “I gotta be a duck in a stupid play, Friday”

“What?” demanded Mother, feeling panic rise in her gut.”where am I supposed to get a duck suit?”

Fortunately, the next day was Thursday, payday, but where in the world do you get a duck suit? In a panic, she called her friend who had a kid in the same class.”

“Ruby, Billy has to have a duck suit Friday for a play. Where am I going to find a duck suit? I don’t have time to make one.”

“He’s not gonna be a duck. He’s gonna be a duke and escort a duchess in a program. The boys have to wear suits and the girls have to wear their best dresses.”

“Oh, so now all I have to do is come up with a suit by Friday.” She moaned, dreading the cost.

I am sorry she found out the truth. It would have been so much mote interesting if he’d shown up in a duck suit .