Turbo’s Duckdom
A small duck with big ideas
Making & Mending Monday in Duckdom
Mondays always begin with a walk.
Not a meeting, not a list, not a plan written down in ink — just a steady stroll through the village while the day is still deciding what it will be.
Turbo always leads, though not by much. Kevin hops alongside, stopping often, and Wormy follows just behind, observing quietly and taking notes only when something feels worth remembering.
The flag is flying high this morning.
That tells them what they need to know. All is well.
As they walk, Duckdom wakes gently.
The ants are already at work, carrying crumbs and leaves with quiet determination.
They do not wait for Mondays. They simply continue.
Turbo smiles at this. There is something comforting in consistency.
Near the edge of the square, Rusty the Fox is tidying a stack of crates.
He grins when he sees them and insists everything is exactly where it should be, even though one crate is clearly upside down.
Turbo doesn’t correct him. Mondays are for mending, not for blame.
Gary the Goose is rearranging signs that didn’t need rearranging.
He honks cheerfully and declares it a “small improvement.”
Kevin nods enthusiastically. Wormy writes something down.
“Trade & Tinkering Tuesday”
Tuesdays in Duckdom are for things changing hands.
Not because they are wanted, but because they are needed somewhere else.
Nothing is wasted.
Nothing is rushed.
By the end of the day, most things are simply in a better place.
Wormy’s Words of Wisdom Wednesday
Wormy read from his Book of Words. No one spoke. No one needed to.
‘Wisdom often arrives when no one is rushing it.’
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“Work & Wander Thursday in Duckdom”
The flag is flying high.
Everyone has somewhere to be…
and somehow, they all meet in the middle.
Some carry lists.
Some carry parcels.
Some just carry ideas.
Duckdom keeps moving.
Slowly. Steadily. Together.
“Where Duckdom Goes on Fridays”
“Today in Duckdom, the work was set aside, the baskets came out, and everyone met by the waterhole.
There was food to share, stories to tell, and just enough splashing to make it a proper Friday.”
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“Kevin found the signs.
Duckdom found the consequences.”
“Sunday in Duckdom.
No plans. Just together.”
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Monday — The Day Things Get Put Right
Monday arrived, and Duckdom began fixing the little things.
“Trade & Tinkering Tuesday”
Tuesdays in Duckdom are for things changing hands.
Not because they are wanted, but because they are needed somewhere else.
Nothing is wasted.
Nothing is rushed.
By the end of the day, most things are simply in a better place.
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Wormy’s Words of Wisdom Wednesday
Wormy read from his Book of Words. No one spoke. No one needed to.
“Wormy listened. The others slowed.
And the world felt a little clearer.”
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'Work & Wander Thursday.'
A new sign has mysteriously appeared in the main street of Duckdom?
No-one knows who or why?
Some things are planned.
Some things simply appear.
Rule 5 :
'If something changes on Thursday, assume it belongs — and give it time to explain itself.'
Friday found its way to the Village Green, and Duckdom gathered as it always does when the week has earned a little laughter.
Turbo stood in the centre, welcoming everyone with open wings, while Kevin arrived prepared for competition, bat tucked under his arm and ideas already bouncing.
Gary the Goose had dressed properly for the occasion, as any respectable goose would, carrying himself with cheerful importance.
Grandma Duck had laid out her picnic blanket long before anyone asked, baskets filled and glasses poured, because Fridays are best enjoyed with something warm and homemade.
Wormy, of course, brought the apples and settled in to observe, crown slightly tilted, making quiet notes no one else realised were being made.
Around them the bunting stirred, the ants organised their own tiny tournament, and the Green filled with that particular Friday feeling — the kind that says the week worked hard, and now it may play.
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Kevin believes love should never be delivered quietly.
When Wormy offered to fly the Valentine banner across Duckdom, Kevin insisted on helping.
“Someone has to make sure it reaches everyone properly,” he explained, gripping the rope with great determination.
Wormy steered calmly through the clouds.
The banner soared.
Hearts drifted gently behind them.
And across the Village Green, everyone looked up and smiled.
'Happy Valentine’s Day from Duckdom.'
Monday Market at the Village Green
Monday arrived with purpose.
The sign that had appeared earlier in the week now pointed somewhere useful — straight toward Kevin’s freshly painted Hot Dog Barrow.
Work in Duckdom always begins with small repairs and sensible planning… but even sensible planning is better with something warm in your hands.
Kevin stood proudly behind the striped canopy, adjusting his apron as steam curled into the morning air. Turbo inspected the first bun very carefully — purely for quality control, of course.
Wormy made notes. The rocks nearby had rearranged themselves again. And in the grass, something small and brass caught the light for just a moment… though no one mentioned it.
By mid-morning, the Village Green smelled of toasted bread and quiet accomplishment.
After all, Mondays are for putting things right.
And putting mustard in zig-zags.
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