And now, dear readers, let’s imagine Duckn in front of his computer, in his office at the 22nd floor of a skyscrapper. Don’t ask me why the 22nd, it just sounded good… He may be caucasian, asian, or of african descent, British or Norvegian or Italian (though his name does deffinitely sound nothing like Italian). All of this is up to you.

“Duckn, it’s been forever since I’ve heard from you. I hope you are doing well. I knew you liked my stories so I thought I’d write one for you. Just wanted to let you know that I thought about you. Take care!â€?

And he replies:

“Dear Clarisse, thank you for thinking of me. You know I’ve always dreamed of having a story written just for me- it’s a dream coming true. So thank you, thank you millions of times my dear Clarisse, and I can’t wait to see what you’re coming up with. Love, Duckn. P.S: I’ve never stopped thinking of you”

And so it begins…