Confit Duck

Oooo, a salt scrub, so savory, so delicious, so cleansing.
And, scented herbs and spices and garlic, give me a buzz.
Brrrrrr, it’s chilly. I need a blanket, not plastic wrap and foil.
Hey, it’s dark in here! Turn on a light!
Hello? Hello? Anyone there?
I’m leaking and I’m dripping! Help!
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Finally! You’re back! I’m freeeeeeezing …
Ahhh, that tap water is nice and warm.
I’m parched and really sweaty; nice shower.
My bath salts and herbal scrub are 
Washing off, I feel so fresh and clean.
Ahhh, a day at the spa!
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Thanks for patting me dry, but
I’m still cold…
Oooo that bath is real warm,
Silky, velvety, smooth, thick.
What is this? It smells like
Olives … and … my uncle Henry (who went missing a few weeks ago.)
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Whoa, careful, the bath is sloshing.
Hey, why the cover?
Don’t close the door, it’s dark in here!
And … hello … ummm … its a tad too warm!
Kinda getting hot here. Hey! Hello!
Help! … Help! … Duck Abuse!!!
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@Ughhhh … I feel really sick.
Parts of me keep falling off.
Stop picking at me!
Hey? What’s the crackers and Camembert for?
Uh, oh. No, no, no … STOP!!
Noooooooooooooooo!!!!

*Photo credit, Miles Montegut