<quack> I was kidnapped, but I heroically managed to escape.
You were not. You have been off for the last month chasing that mallard from down the road
<quack> kidnapped, I tell you. There were twelve of them. They had me tied up, strapped to a box of explosives and blindfolded all the time.
How did you know there were twelve of them if you were blindfolded?
<quack> er....
And how do you account for all the telephone calls I've been getting from the police asking if I knew anything about a duck who kept making a nuisance of himself in the pond in Mr Brown's back garden?
<quack> er....
The good people at Cricket Web have been worried about you. I've been worried about you. I've even sent search parties out looking for you. Steve Harmison even turned up on the doorstep yesterday carrying an oven-ready chicken under his arm. He thought it was you. What have you got to say about that?
<quack> I never touched his diary.
What diary?
<quack> Nothing.
Now go and write your column.
<quack> I already have.
You will have to do lots of columns from now on to make it up to the good people. I don't know why they bother with you.
<quack> It's here
Steve Harmison's Diary
All right. Now say you're sorry.
<quack> Sorry