Shaia-the-Duck

Narrated time-capsule 'claim' of a contact from Duckworld yielding a friendship, souvenir, and 'dark' adventure (for Earthling-materialism).

A very fun 2024 fanfiction of Howard the Duck (William Huyck) for a rainy-night in my East-Coast hometown for pensive cinema-recollections. Thanks for reading, 

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I'd been a fan of alien films and sci-fi for some-time now but never anticipated the sort of Earthling fantasy-adventure I was cast in, after a special Duckworld visitor named Shaia, a female duck-creature with human-comparable intelligence (from a faraway galaxy), was teleported to my Homeland (America) and became my special female refugee whose secret I'd keep for my social-media posts/comments about Earth-culture life/magic (hmm).

SHAIA: I can see from your Earth-library microfiche, you like Roswell paranoia!

ME: It's the whole post-WWII invasion-superstition talk/art for metaphysics/IQ.

SHAIA: Now you know it's like half-real (truth!).

ME: I guess so, Shaia-the-Duck; I guess this microfiche's 'record' for heavens!

SHAIA: You must keep my 'stalker' secret (for any library/microfiche).

I found/met Shaia at a toy-store in my Homeland-Jersey area, where I worked as a diamond-laser scientist and greeted her when I realized she wasn't a female (human) in a giant duck-costume/outfit but a 'cartoon' like living/breathing (organic) duck-creature with human-intelligence (wow). Well, I realized this was quite a superstition-rich secret to keep, and I kept it. I'm writing this 'account' in a time-capsule which I'm burying in my science-lab backyard ground/soil for future-world archaeologists to find and make for a 21st-Century American Homeland social-media 'personality' discovery for Earthling-magic with first-contact deeds/bureaucracy (sure).

ME: That's the worst secret I've ever conceived, Shaia-the-Duck.

SHAIA: It's so true, buddy; this 'dragon' presence terrorizes Duckworld (yeah!).

ME: What the hell are you speaking now, good-friend from Duckworld (Shaia)?

SHAIA: This 'dragon' has been terrorizing us and we send diplomats for aid.

ME: You're the latest Duckworld mission-emissary, Shaia?

SHAIA: Now you know; we must lure it to your lab-basement and dump lead.

ME: To exile it to oblivion with a war-zone 'stance' for incineration.

SHAIA: Fire is the only 'fear' this evil dark-side being offers (for heat).

ME: Let's do it (for a sci-fi secret of bureaucracy-proportion).

We achieved the miracle 'deed' for my Duckworld-friend and 'angel' (Shaia) and she teleported (promptly!) back to her faraway-galaxy, but before she left, I gifted her one of my two Thanksgiving-football culture media-trophies, a 'cool' Lions (Motor-City USA) Super Bowl 'premonitions' rookie (QB) card. I gave her the signed copy, and I've kept the unsigned version (for diplomacy/bureaucracy).

Honestly, I feel like a micro-celeb for this time-capsule telling of this Earthling-Duckworld adventure of high-art and spirit, and I'll never-ever forget Shaia and the hero-deed she returned with for her duck friends-and-neighbors. I'll also consider myself (now/forever) an Earth-culture transit/social-media 'diplomat' of all things (purely) leviathan.

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"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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