8 months. 27 days. 26.2 miles and one broken-hearted chick.

In so many ways in so many days have we changed here at duck-and-chick enterprises. For damn near a year D&C have gone on hiatus, but why you ask? Let’s backtrack a little, shall we…

After an argument over spilled milk, Duck left the country and continent for the continent/country of Australia (as Duck attained a green card, Chick held onto his v-card… sick burn). Whilst in the land of oz, duck ventured out of his aviary to find a swan hailing from his native country and continent. Needless to say, Chick was crushed when he read the news via messenger pigeon. For eight months and twenty-seven days, Chick furiously flapped his little chick wings and squawked his little chick squawk about the demise of D&C as we know it…that is, until today.

Still on eggshells, Chick agreed to a reunion summit on the current state of affairs of D&C Enterprises in Columbus, O-HI-O. Both sides wanted this carried out properly and democratically. Thus former statesman and Great Compromiser Henry Clay was flown in from the dead to MC the event. Drinks were had. Tears were shed. And feathers were ruffled. What resulted would shatter the world in posts to come…but not before some conditions were set in stone (not literally, that would be so “B.C.” of us)…

These three terms came to be known as “The Three Terms.” And here they are…
1. no swans allowed
2. to combat loneliness, chick hired the stylings of one dr. toad, m.d. of Madison, wis-con-sin for group therapy once a week
3. never talk about fight club