Daring Dwain

If you have a problem to baffling and puzzling for the human brain, then you might want to call on Daring Dwain, the mastermind of the Anatidae race. There is no problem to complicated for his clever mind, and no clue to minute for his acute observations. For all problems large or small contact Daring Dwain 120 East Maple Grove Pond.

Dwain looked at the description written carefully on a large sheet of white paper, and smiled to himself. He waddled over to the entrance of his humble little home of cattails and mud and slipped on his scarf. A trip into town to visit the general store was all that was left for him to be in business. The pond was only a quarter of a mile from main street and the general store. A brisk wind blew outside, but the sun was shinning and the crickets along the path to the store were chirping a merry tune.
In less than fifteen minutes Dwain reached his destination. A tiny bell at the top of the door rang as he pushed open the store's glass door and called out a greeting.

"Hello Priscilla! I was wondering if I could hang this sign in your store window."

A brief moment of passed an then with a great deal of rustling and thumping Priscilla Sanders appeared from a backroom. She was a short dumpy woman with dimples in her cheeks and long brown hair which she always kept neatly braided in one long braid down her back. She wore a yellow and blue flowered dress with a white apron and her constant smile matched her cheery appearance.

"Good Morning! Hang your sign any place you please. " she answered.

At that moment the door swung open and in rushed little Mildred Harris. Her dress was covered in dirt and her curly hair was matted with twigs and grass. From her tear stained face Dwain could tell that something terrible must have happened.

"Oh Dwain, I am so glad I found you," she said breathlessly.