Duck was silently puffing along his branch line when suddenly, he hears a quack.
THE DUCKS HAVE FOUND ITS MOTHER.
Duck was suddenly swarmed with the birds and quacking and fluttering of wings can be heard, hell this is the 3rd time today.
Duck somehow managed to get away without any of the birds getting hurt however, he is filled to the brim with droppings and feathers.
Of course, everyone laughs at his disheveled appearance.
"Sounds like ye had a good time didn'ye?" Donald joked, as he watched Duck get cleaned for the 3rd time this day. Having his whistle filled with boiled egg isn't making his day any better either.
Donald blew his whistle and chuffed away, not without having a good laugh, of course.
"This day is certainly getting better.." Duck muttered sarcastically at himself, he might as well get derailed and crash into a ditch at this point.
Right after he was cleaned, he blew his whistle, only for it to make a funny sound.
Duck could only hope no other engine had heard that disgrace of a sound. He was having the worst day of his life.