Hi folks,
I'd like to introduce you to Flaubert and Flambee. These
well-intentioned young ducklings are showing all the signs of a healthy
and lovely disposition, and in their tiny little minds they are
beginning to philosophise about life's big issues - where is
mummy? Why does my hair do this? Does this wormhole lead to another
dimension? When do I get to travel on an airship? What about a
dirigible? A zeppelin even? Maybe a blimp then?
This idyllic existence will all come crashing down in a few months when they come under the unfortunate but mercifully short influence of a young up-and-comer, Jacques-Gerard Pompidou, whose newly-minted restaurant outside of Bourdeaux will serve them up as a bit of a scene-stealer on a bed of ... (Oh sorry, I should have added a parental advisory just before).
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