A duck died, his body floated throughout the pond-water and on occasion collided with shoreline, but always returned back to drifting. When winter turned the water to ice, he was frozen from the neck down. At night, approaching headlights struck his dead eyes and they lit up like stars. During sunny days, his profile functioned like a sundial, adjusting direction clockwise as the hours waned. Spring approached and the ice fractured, the corpse dislodged and his head went below the water, with his belly exposed, he hovered for a few days, before sinking to the bottom forever.
A Saturday morning cartoon featured a plot where the main character was placed in a straitjacket. She drove a car arm-less and flipped the pages of a book with her nose, but her most impressive feat was when she held a match in her teeth and used the sidewalk to ignite it, touched the flame to a stick of dynamite’s wick, placed it underneath the antagonist’s bottom and blew him to smithereens. She was still in the straitjacket as the credits rolled. It was understood that by the next episode she would be free.