Brazos Duck Along with Waco National Doll Open

If you think this about the Open, then read on, but once you have seen the Brazos duck please keep moving. Everyone deserves a chance at this. It was raining on the duck. It was raining on the bridges. A perfect morning among the bridges. Is it necessary to say that? Now that we see it clearly the duck is moving. It was after this sight that Lasty went back into tennis. I mean he said to his doll, look at that duck's forehead, dude and he began to coach again. Things got a lot clearer after that.

Big doll and tall doll were excited. Lasty bought them burgers and they both hoped to see where Lasty made his first dolls, right southy in the arms of mother Austin, but Big Doll had to fly. Mother Austin had invited them to the outstanding banks of her Cen-Tex Dolls, weather and schedule permitting, (tall doll went all the way to the fifth floor in search of books), but really they just ate at Martin's, visited the Adams, saw the Tower (Experimental Science had a fence around it. They finally found out about the radioactivity of the Experimental Science Buliding. He, the rabbit, was an insider in a cage. You can't get into the building anymore to see it. They have roped it off.) Then they went to Lampasas.

Lasty had had his doll oil checked and the springs and muffler adjusted; it was only then that he took his dolls to Waco where they camped among the dreamers. It thundered and was 35 when his dolls went out to play. He was busy with scarves, boots, hats and ducks. That means anoracks and turtle necks.
Lasty wrote an aphorism about it. It goes like this: Look both ways you cross.

Did they have to go to Waco darlin'?
We will all have to go to Waco sometime.
It's right on the freeway.

This outing may be a turning point in the history of the little duck. The little duck has grown up. He is now a big duck. It may be a turning point in the history of the big duck. We shall see.