Bill's Blog | Central Arkansas, Atlanta Metro and Destin, Florida

If ever a child has overcome the influence of her father, that child is Anne. After only a few days in our home, Sheree noticed Anne’s uncanny ability with numbers. As Anne and Sheree balanced the studio’s checkbook, while discussing the last 3 years’ Profit/Loss Statements, Sheree realized the obvious. Our duck is one exceptional duck. Sheree beamed with pride. She knew that Anne’s remarkable gift with numbers came solely from the mothers’ side.

[Another of the ducklings, we’ve noticed, loves watching stupid teen movies, eating beef jerky, and listening to 80's rap music. We don’t know where these peculiar behaviors originate.]

Sheree and I underestimated the influence of Youtube videos. Somehow, our video of Anne scrawling complex algebra problems garnered the attention of our bank’s upper management. They approached Anne with a lucrative offer (which she shrewdly negotiated to an even sweeter deal!). The Bryant branch of Arvest bank performed brilliantly, we learned, except for one key person. It would take Anne’s discerning mind, coupled with her no-bull attitude, to rectify the problem. Anne set to work.

Anne first met with Janell, a friendly Deposit Counselor. Janell, understandably, felt an initial wave of panic. Janell immediately recognized the angry swagger of a duck on a mission. After a quick review, Janell received a raise. Attagirl, Janell!

A new wind, fanned by duckling wings, blew through the bank. Waddling across the bank foyer, Anne then surveyed Angela and the commercial lending department. Anne immediately knew that Angela demonstrated fantastic skill and charm. Another generous raise, this time for Angela.

“A raise?!” Angela protested. “But the bank’s budget . . . how will we afford your generous–?”

“Don’t you worry,” Anne interrupted. “I’m going right now to tighten the belt of this operation. I’m about to create a windfall.”

Angela felt both grateful and unsettled. The cold determination and steely-eyed gaze of a fowl sent chills down her spine. Angela wondered where the problem could be.

Anne spoke up: “Justin, we need to talk.”

The air of the bank turned frigid. A tumbleweed blew across the lobby. Silence.

Justin’s blood frosted while Anne’s webbed feet made their way comfortably onto his desk. Within minutes, Anne detailed the problems in the bank, clearly illustrated Justin’s shortcomings, and offered the only solution. Justin would step down.

Ouch, Justin. Replaced by a 5-day-old duck.

Mercifully, Anne did not fire Justin on the spot. Anne found it helpful to conduct business at the customer’s eye level. Hence, Justin would prove useful. Here we see Justin, the guy under the duck, escorting Anne. Justin hides his shame well, as the lovely Teller assists a customer.

I’ll be proud to introduce you to my little girl [Sheree’s little girl], Anne, at Easter Quick Pics. If you haven’t scheduled yet, the time is almost here! Be certain that you are signed up for our email list, and you’ll see a photo of the actual scene within 24 hours. Also subscribe to this blog, as there are more gripping duck tales to come. See you next time.