Hi neighbors,

I have a giftcard from duckmart. I would like to donate it since i strictly don't want to go to that store. You all know why. Any ideas how to donate it anonymously with the largest possible effect? The card has about $200 on it.

HELLO, ITS ME…. MR. REUS, TOWN INFORMANT/PARKING GARAGE GUY. ONE OF MY MANY HIDEOUTS IN THIS TOWN HAS BEEN BREACHED. IDK HOW THEY FOUND MY HIDEOUT AT [REDACTED], BUT THEY DID AND A HANDFUL OF INFORMATION AND SECRETS MAY BE LEAKED INTO THE PUBLIC. IM GOING TO HAVE TO LAY LOW UNTIL ITS NO LONGER HOT.

I APOLOGIZE IF YOUR SECRET(S) GOT OUT, I THOUGHT I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT BUT [REDACTED] WAS FOUND AS ONE OF MY HIDEOUTS. THE WHOLE PLACE IS GETTING RANSACKED BASED ON MY SECURITY CAMERAS AND THEY’RE GUTTING THE PLACE FOR INFORMATION AS WE SPEAK. IM NOT SURE IF ITS THE POLICE, FBI, CIA, OR A GANG OUT FOR ONE OF YOU OR SEVERAL OF YOU OR OUT FOR ME AS MY CAMERAS ARE OUTDATED AND LITTLE BLURRY AND I PACKED MY THINGS AND DIPPED OUT OF TOWN AS SOON AS I GOT NOTIFIED AND SAW THE LIVE RECORDING.

SOMEONE MUST’VE KEPT A TAIL ON ME OR RATTED ME OUT. IM SORRY IF YOUR SECRETS GET SPILLED. IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION ON ANY RATS OR WHO BREACHED MY HIDEOUT OR ANY PLACES TO LAY LOW (WILL SOMEHOW CONTACT YOU IN SECRET FOR THIS ONE) PLEASE LET ME KNOW. I WILL RESPOND AND BE BACK AS SOON AS I CAN. PLEASE STAY SAFE WHILE IM GONE LDP RESIDENTS AND IM SORRY IF YOUR DEEP DARK SECRETS OR CRIMES GET REVEALED

Funeral will be help on the 20th at the Gooseberry Cemetery

1944-2026

We will miss you Grandpapi

I asked my boy Keith to sell me an ounce and he said ok and so i told him to put it on the bench but now it’s gone and all I have left are stems so if someone knows where it went please tell me I spent good money on that

As I stand in my 4th floor office, above the Mucky Duck pub, watching dusk fade to night, I can smell the coffee brewing in my office behind me. It mingles with that edge-of-summer edge-of-night smell, fresh leaves and warm ground, french fries and a breeze that promises adventure. My thoughts mirror the twilight outside, caught in an in-between, a reverie, turning over memories of things that led me here, to LDP, though I didn't know that was my path at the time. Memories of people I've known and don't know any more. Places I've seen and will probably never see again. Cases I've solved, and cases I sift through still, trying to solve. And I know soon, night will be here, and I will have to choose what to do with this night.

Will I wander the woods alone, hoping to find the mysterious person digging holes? Will I go downstairs to the Duck and laugh and joke with the patrons, trying to pick up some hint, some small throwaway sentence that is the clue to finding the Klotzman Diamond, missing from the LDP Museum these many years? Will I silently wander the deserted downtown streets, keeping watch for the return of the dastardly hooligans who robbed Mallard Mutual last year under cover of dark, or the warehouse brigands who always seem to know when a new rubber duck shipment is coming in?

Ah, I've finished my coffee now, and night is waiting outside. What will tonight bring?

Heyy guys! It's Cynthia again. Everything has been amazing since moving back to town; I got a job with a private investigator, got a wonderful apartment, and already turned down a marriage proposal and it's only been a week! It's been crazy. Anyway, today while I was walking around the pond on my lunch break I had the WORST burgers I've ever had. Honestly, I just threw it away after like one bite. Had me wretching. Hanson's Hamburgers btw, highly recommend you avoid. I was wondering what everyone's favourite burger spot is. I don't want to go through that again.

what its like to go to school

mum says schools make children forget who they are and they make you sit under lights and around harmful things and they dont let you listen to your body. she says they make you have things put in you and that they dont like children who ask questions

but i was just wondering what its really like

i see children with bags and lunch boxes and they seem happy and they have friends they see every day. i dont really have friends except my siblings and some kind old people in town

do you get to choose what you learn or do they make you do things all day

and if you dont understand things does someone help you

i like learning things. i ask lots of questions but mum says i learn from nature and from helping with the others. i do like that but i wonder if there are books and stuff i dont know about

mum says we are free and dont need certificates and things and that schools want to put labels on children. she says they make you have needles and that is one reason we stay away. i dont know if that is true because i havent ever asked anyone who has been

i dont want anyone to think im ungratefull because mum loves us and works very hard and i know she is trying her best

i just wonder what its like

and if someone wanted to go to school when they are older is it too late

sorry if this is a silly question

please dont tell mum

You may have seen me wandering around by the dollar store the last few days. My car broke down here about a week ago. There isn't much hope for it according to, Chuck. He said, and I quote, "I guess you're the newest resident." That being said, I'm looking for some kind of lodging and hopefully work. I don't mind camping by the pond but the mosquitoes are the size of barn swallows down there! Thanks again.

Hey guys. I’m having a garage sale tomorrow from 8am to 6pm.

Odds and ends, collectibles, some clothes, and a bunch of artifacts and stones that ol’ caveman Durv left behind when he stayed in my garage about a year go. I’ve tried to find him but that dude comes and goes. (Seriously though…has anyone seen him?)

I’ll have coffee and donuts in the morning and a few cold ones with a pizza or two after 5.

Swing by!

Hi lovely souls 🤍

Last weekend's Sun Catcher Gathering held such a gentle energy, and Thyme and Turmeric have been glowing ever since. It was beautiful watching them step into something that was entirely their own. Even lovely Paprika chose to join us for a while and sat quietly helping Saffron feel the breeze. There was something very healing in that which I don't quite have words for.

Sage continues to move through a softer season and has been stepping away from the responsibility of holding spaces for others. It feels important to honour that. Even those who guide need time to simply be held themselves.

This Saturday, however, Oregano has been feeling very called to lead. They have spent much of the week listening and wandering, and have announced that they would like to take anyone who feels aligned on a Forage Journey. They insist they are not leading us anywhere, merely following where the earth has already decided we should go.

We will meet at noon near the meadow.

Oregano has requested a few things, which they feel very strongly about. Shoes should be left behind, as the feet need to hear the ground properly. Voices should also be kept to a minimum, as they worry conversation interrupts the messages already being shared around us. If communication is needed, they have devised a small system of bird calls and hand movements which they promise to explain on arrival.

They have also asked that everyone wear something green or brown, as bright colours apparently make nature "self-conscious", and they are concerned about upsetting the mosses. Oregano became quite distressed when Basil suggested yellow, so we have agreed to trust their instincts on this.

Basil has announced they will once again oversee refreshments, though I understand this currently consists of blackberries, dandelion water and something they insist is soup but appears to be leaves in a jar.

Little Saffron and I will likely drift in and out with Cumin as we feel called, and Paprika has quietly mentioned that they may accompany us too, which feels like a lovely sign.

Sending softness into your weekend and trusting we find exactly what is waiting for us 🤍

Hey neighbors,
I saw Barbara’s post this morning and damn near dropped my coffee. I didn’t want to say anything yesterday because I thought I was losing it… but last night around 11:15pm I was letting my dog out in the backyard (the one that backs up to the greenbelt) and I heard this weird clicking/chittering sound, almost like a big insect mixed with a growl.
Then I saw it. Same thing Barbara described — big, hunched on all fours at first, then it stood up on two legs for a few seconds and just… stared toward the trail. I grabbed my phone and managed to snap one blurry photo before it dropped back down and disappeared into the brush toward the creek.
I’m not saying it’s a chupacabra or anything crazy like that… but I’ve lived here 12 years and I’ve never seen anything like this. The photo is grainy as heck because of the iphone night vision, but you can kinda make out the shape and those weird ridges on its back.
Should I post the picture here? I don’t want to freak everyone out, but if people are walking dogs at night maybe they should know.
Stay safe out there.

No, the house wasn't broken into. The door was locked but the window was open. It's a small window and I was home all day. I came downstairs to grab a sandwich and there it was. Smells like speed stick around here

Last seen when my friend decided to borrow it.

Also lost: friend. But I understand they don't want to be found right now. That's okay. I won't push.

Two wheels. Average-sized. Bike-shaped. Has an octopus sticker on the handlebars. Does not respond to the name "Pedalton."

Please let me know if you see it anywhere. Thank you so much for any help. 🙏

Hello fellow Duck Ponders!

What is everyone up to this weekend? Let us know in the comments! If you want to make a separate post, feel free to do so.

Can't wait to see what everyone is up to!

I am proud to announce the first ever Haute Couture event in Lower Duck Pond. Everyone is invited and the dress code is casual. Complimentary food will be served and everyone will be given a thank you basket. Our looks tonight will be themed to liminal spaces and the uncanny, with looks inspired by The Backrooms, that really bad Cats adaptation, and that creepy hallway in the library. Bringing young children is not recommended.