Au Revoir Les Canards, bonne journée

We've been robbed.
By a rat bastard named PBC.

We have mascots at work. Every tanker base has a few "special items" that we proudly display. One of our more amusing past times is the stealing of said mascots. There are rules. The mascots may only be stolen if you fly in to a base, while on a fire fighting mission. They may only be transported by birddog and if you are caught before your plane takes off, the mascot is forfiet back to it's home base.

Here in YKA we have a stuffed linx head named freddy, a stuffed black bear head named benny, a plaque with little rubber duckies on it given to us by the Quebec ducks and a large ceramic pelican. The bear and pelican we lifted from Prince George. Freddy was stolen last year and it took all our guile and cunning to get him back.

Tonight PBC flew in in Birddog 112 to refuel, and came in for some pizza. He left bestowing hugs and smiles to us all. Looking a little shifty too, but we chalked it up to being a bit fatigued and having taken 5, yes 5 pieces of pizza.

Until holly and I noticed a plug on the wall that we had never seen before. A little perplexing to say the least. We are here for many a long hour, one would think we would notice an oddly placed electrical plug before now (seriously, it's about 6 feet up the wall. Very odd).

Then it occured to us WHY we had never noticed the plug. Because the duck plaque had hung there covering it.

The rat bastard must pay. I hope his pizza gives him the trots.

Let the games begin.