Dearest Shannon and Caitlin,
Last year, I was enjoying a delicious bowl of chicken noodle soup. Nearing the end of my dining experience, I tilted the bowl towards my mouth to slurp up the remaining few sips of liquidy goodness. It was then that I saw the duck.
Let me make it clear to you that I did not manipulate my soup in any way to make this duck. This duck was formed by the loving hands of something far greater than myself. This duck appeared naturally and with intent… to make it onto your website.
I must thank you for providing me the perfect outlet to broadcast my soupy duck. I thought that I’d never find a home for my fine feathered friend, and it brings me great joy to know that he might rest in a place more grand than an ordinary glass bowl.
- Caitlin