The Duck - Part 4

A number of the VDGs and SPSOs were standing on the balcony overlooking the resort's golf course when someone said, "What can we do to top that?" Meaning, of course the short-sheeting of the bed.
About that time a flock [as good a word as any, thought I am informed that badelynge is the proper term] of ducks wandered by on the edge of the grass bordering the hotel grounds and someone, who shall remain nameless, hinted in such a manner that nobody would miss the hint, that a duck in the bathroom would pretty much do the job.
One of the SPSOs immediately began to head to where she thought she could find a towel to use in capturing a duck, but was called back when cooler heads prevailed and it was determined that a real duck was entirely unnecessary and probably unsafe.
An idea had been planted, though. A plan was forming. Some folks were beginning to take action. Lookouts would be needed. The time was right because others were beginning to leave for dinner.

to be continued