On the seventh day of Dizzy, Dizzy’s deals to me…
Squishy sheepy fleecies,
Many stunning colors,
Chunky bulky yarns,
Soft single plies,
And a great yarn for socks for my feet!
Just look at these swans. Aren’t they majestic? So graceful, so… floaty.
No! These are swans! I don’t know why you think they’re ducks in a bucket. Perhaps your eyes are tired. I would never attempt to pass rubber ducks off as swans. How absurd!
Fine. I see that flat out denial of reality isn’t going to work. Yes, the birds were a lot to handle, but I was actually excited for the swans! I was going to get my trusty heavy duty construction vehicles in here to dig a swan pool. Sure, it would have been giant, messy and I don’t even want to think about the water bill to fill it, but you can’t expect swans to swim in anything less than a giant serene swan pool.
Alas, my love for heavy construction wasn’t shared by all. So here I am, Fred, the festive lifeguard elf, making sure these rubber ducks obey all of the official bucket swimming rules. I don't even want to think about what's supposed to happen with maids and milking.