The Life, Family, and Romance of Mr. Scwan Jr.

Alone in a bath shoppe with many fellow ducks

   I sighed quietly, "I'm soo lonely." I thought to myself. I sat on top of a large pile of my fellow rubber ducks in a bath shoppe. The bath shoppe sold many bath necessities such as soap, rubber ducks, and other items. The wonderful smelling soap made the entire shoppe smell heavenly. Lots of people come in the shoppe everyday to visit meh and my fellow rubberduckians.

   I'm sorry, I have not properly introduced myself. (Hem hem) My name is Mr. Scwan Jr. and I am a rubber duck. Though many people may think that rubber ducks are bath toys for babies I am proud to represent my kind. I am proud to be a rubber duck, and I plan to spread the word of the amazingness of rubber ducks around the world. Anyway, I used to be married to my ex-wife whose name is Mrs. Scwan. She decided to keep my last name since it was soo amazingly spectacular. We're still good friends, but I plan on finding a better wife someday. While I was with Mrs. Scwan we had two sons whose names are Squeal and Squnk. No offense to them, but I feel that when I meet my future wife we can have some better children because Squeal and Squnk, well, lets just say they're not the kindest ducks I've ever met. In case you were wondering my fathers name is not Mr. Scwan. I am a jr. just because. Back to my sad story...

   Most rubber ducks would love to have my life. They call it a luxury, but I've always wanted something other than to live heavenly smelling, oftenly visited, bath shoppe here in Cape May. I've always wanted to have someone from far away buy meh and make meh famous (well maybe not too far away, maybe somewhere still in New Jersey.) Most of all, I want an owner and...a home.