The identity files

Our lady in yellow threw a soiree on Saturday (yes, she was singing. Didn't you hear her?) and made tons of new friends. Now she is going to miss them just as much as I will.

But what a send off! Let's play a little game of the guess the guest. Comment with your answers - initals only please.

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How'd you do?

The duck in her element

The sun was shining, the sand was soft, the surf was glistening and this little duckie was happy to be soaking it up with her dear family. Even if it did mean submitting herself to some fierce headlocks... .

In fact, Ms Yellow enjoyed herself so much that she totally forgot about keeping herself pretty.

Chapter VII: In Which The Duck Takes A Tumble

What an adventurous little rubber duckie!

The People ordered her to take a trip to the Blue Mountains and, as you can see, Ms Yellow obeyed. This is she looking out at the seemingly boundless National Park before her at Summit Point lookout.

There she was, pondering her insignificance in the great big universe when lo! a careless Someone knocks the fence and bang! she lands on a rock ledge outside the lookout perimeter.

Well, she thought she was a goner. We all thought she was a goner and Someone was already thinking about how she might have to rename her blog A Tribute To The Late Ms Yellow.

But to the rescue came a Longer-Limbed Someone (who was not permitted to jump the fence, not for even the prettiest duck) with a big stick. A few stretches later, Ms Yellow was pulled back to safety, feeling very undignified, with a few bruises to the ego, but grateful not to be spending her remaining days as the Mountains' newest tourist attraction.

Aside from this incident, she had a charming day, floating in little billabongs, white-water rafting down some gigantic rapids. Now Ms Yellow has earnt her title as Extreme Duck and she wears it with pride, people.

Lovely day for a dip.
Oh no she didn't...Oh yes she did... and backwards!