PEACHES

Peaches--everywhere--everywhere that the duck--known as Sir Spalding the Balding Duck--looked, all that he could make sight of were the magnificently spherical contours of the flaming, fuzzy fruit. Gasping for air, he felt as if he would hyperventilate if he was denied the privilege of supping on the finest organic peaches for miles around. Moaning in delight, he clutched one of the bobbling figures in his wings, squeezing it against himself as if trying to find a pulse. Caressing its warm, nubile, young body, he brought its ever-willing flesh to his swollen lips. Dare he profane with his unworthiest of hands--or, in this case, wings--to a deeper location? Its ample curves sent shivers down his spine, and he found himself swooning; never had the silly duck known such lust!