From the way he glared at me I could tell he wasn't comfortable with my presence.

So I added onto my strangeness by splashing mud all over my face.

They asked about a duck on my head and I responded, "What duck?"

Then I looked up and there it was. The duck.

Not a real duck, of course, but a charming paint-by-number painting of one above the cages.

But then the duck panting became real. It started howling like a wolf! Then it flew at me and bit my ear off.

Amazingly, none of these unusual events deterred me from my quest, and soon I was going home with a dog. A Black dog, exactly as was required.

But then my dog slowly turned into a duck. So I had to go back to the kennel.

After revisiting the kennel to exchange the "duck" for my original black dog, I longed to go home and rest.

I had been up for 2 days straight, and was in desperate need of sleep.