Rubber Ducky the Ice Boat Fisherman

There once was a fellow who liked to be called Rubber Ducky.  He was interesting and he ran a big eggroll selling business.  He did not like that his brother Fredo had a son who was in the business of stamping on eggrolls if they smelled bad.   This bugged Rubber Ducky because his eggrolls did not smell that good at all and really not many people were buying either.  He told his brother's son who we will call J.P. that he was not a good stomper of eggrolls and that he was really not a bright man when it came to defending the right for the creation of egg rolls to exist.  I pass Rubber Ducky on the freeway once in a while and he enjoys driving his flat bed truck that he has invested heavily into making sure that it has a Cream Sickle collection in the glove compartment.  Rubber Ducky thought that he ruled the road and he even bought many big sticks to put in his hand to shake at other motorists.  He never hit any of the other motorists but he liked that he could do that if he wished.  I saw Rubber Ducky before he opened his eggroll making business.  At that time, he enjoyed carrying many sticks and he even stuck them in the spokes of other cars once in a while.  That was a fun thing for Rubber Ducky but that was not a big deal and fortunately for him, no one asked him to be cursed for his behavior.  So Rubber ducky made eggrolls and sold them arboad.  He was estranged from his brother for a good while but one day Rubber Ducky discovered that his brother was friendly and decided to talk to him again.  I miss Rubber Ducky because I think he is now in a Rubber room.  But that said, Rubber Ducky really did like to talk and he did it quite a bit.  It was a good thing because making eggrolls required that you talk to the dough a bit.  Rubber Ducky was good at it. But Rubber Ducky really had a fun habit. He liked to go to Canada on the weekends and he would sit in a rocking chair and do some ice fishing.  He caught mackerel and blue gill.  He even says he caught a pink tuna fish once.  I didn't believe him but he showed me a photograph and it was true.  So Rubber Ducky died a happy man and all of his challenges were answered with a spoon in his mouth.  Rubber Ducky was never a friend really to the son of his brother, but he did not shoot him with the stick guns either.  So Rubber Ducky was a good man and his family did love him a bit.  But that said, I loved it when his nephew stomped on his biggest eggroll that he ever invented.  And it never smelled good and it was never an eggroll that anyone could eat either.