What can one say about Pinky and Blue? Sure they were a couple of plastic ducks living in Le Petit Village, but there has to be more to say than that. Maybe how they showed up unexpectedly, brightening up an otherwise boring and dreary day and my walk with Fifty. How they sat quietly and contently with their cheeky smiles, on that wall around the corner. Never whinging about the wind. Never complaining about the winter rain. How everyday Fifty and I would walk by and smile that they were still there, bright and cheery. They were my friends. Close friends I guess, since we saw each other everyday. They were always there for me (well for a couple of weeks anyway) and then just as quickly as they appeared into my life they were gone. Cruelly snatched from this world (the wall anyway) before their time.