The town was in a tizz as the great drama unfolded . Every creature had heard the news . Donald Duck had been chosen . He was a finalist in the Annual Photo Challenge . Everybody knew the purple camera . It accompanied him everywhere . He was never without it . The animals and creatures gathered around , whispering amongst themselves . They all wanted to be a part of this historic event . They all wanted to be in the "Final Snapshot" , the one that would transport their town to fame and fortune . The winning photo would be featured in the Ducksburg Gazette , which was a popular newspaper .
"I wonder what Donald is going to do ," the deer thought about it .
"I am the obvious choice ," Lady Dragonfly flitted from flower to flower . "I am colourful , beautiful , dainty and as pretty as can be ."
"Dainty and pretty and as lazy as can be ," echoed the ant . That started the argument . Eventually all the animals and creatures joined in , causing quite a din .
"Be quiet ! All of you ! I have made my decision ." His angry voice cut through their squabbles . They all waited , expectant faces .
"I've chosen the cow !" The creatures were dumb-founded . They could not believe it .
"Did somebody call my name ?" The sleepy cow lifted his head , eyes still drooping . Every head turned to look at him , standing next to the brown-and-red-dotted toadstool , grinning stupidly .
" Are you serious ? Look at him , he's more dead than alive ! You need somebody with more … oooomph … more pizzaz … with a spring in his step … somebody like 'moi' ," the rabbit gave a low curtsey .
"Did I hear my name ?" repeated the cow , grinning in a daze .
"See what he means ?" the deer blurted . "The cow is on his own planet ! He doesn't know what is going on !"
"I've made my decision and it is final !" Donald Duck refused to give in . A sudden scuffle broke out between the twin squirrels who had debated this topic for two days . Donald tried to calm them . All the others joined in the argument again . Sammy squirrel stuck his tongue out at Sandy squirrel , who was perched atop the duck's hat , holding on for dear life .
Donald stumbled backwards , lost his balance and the camera went flying . Up , up , up into the air … spinning and twirling like a top … and then down , down , down it came towards the earth , and fell ~~ SPLOSH ! into the river behind . The last thing that they saw was flashes of purple in the water as the current moved downstream …
There was complete silence .
Goodbye "Final Snapshot" !
Goodbye Ducksburg Gazette !
Goodbye fame and fortune !
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