| It was a very peaceful night in the big city. Quacklina was cruising the street, when suddenly a cop pulled her over. Quacklina thought she had went too far. |
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 | "Hello little missy. I'm Officer John. What has you out this late at night?" he taunted. | |
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| "I...I...I," nervously replied Quacklina, "was just cruising. Is there something wrong?" | |
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| Quacklina was very shocked. She had never been pulled over by a cop before. She hoped that she would be seen as a sweet, innocent duckling and not as a criminal. |
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| "Yes, you resemble the bank robber reported this morning. Where were you around 10am this morning?" questioned Officer John. | |
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| Quacklina suspiciously responded." I was at home sleeping." | |
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| The officer did see her as a criminal. Quacklina did everything she could to convince him that he suspected the wrong duckling. However, he refused to listen. |
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| "I don't believe you. You need to come with me to the station to answer more questions," he demanded. | |
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| "But...but...but, it wasn't me!" pleaded Quacklina as she entered the cop's car. | |
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