A Cautionary Tale

The Duck was waddling down Hringbraut on her way to Kringlan yesterday in the semi-rain and fog when she saw a very unusual sign: *FYLKINGA* ógeðsleg fýla

Now, the Duck is not the world's championship Icelandic reader - she is, after all, a duck- but she isn't completely incompetant at it, either. So it struck her as a very strange kind of slogan to be sticking up by the side of the highway, and threw her ducky brain into endless confusion. "Of the parties - disgusting bad mood" !?!? Was there something here that she was severely missing? Or was she just as completely incompetant at Icelandic as she said she wasn't not four sentances ago??

Her heart missed a beat.

After some very hard staring, it dawned on her that the stars were actually little Rs, and that the first word was, in fact, REYKINGAR (aka. smoking. aka. is bad for you.) Óóóóójááá, thought Blue Duck, and didn't feel like the brightest bird in the pond.

That's when she was hit by the sudden realization that she had just stepped into a very deep puddle.

(Blue Duck is a very modern duck and therefore wears socks and shoes when she is going to Kringlan. There is nothing that makes her grumpier than having to waddle half the way in squishy wet runners)

moral: anti-smoking advertisements can be dangerous to your health