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A Royal Hotel March (A Story)

By Joyce Jacobo

[Author’s Note: Based on the wondrous Peabody Hotel, where a singular march reportedly takes place on a daily basis for some very special guests.]

He is a gentleman who dons a fashionable red suit with brass buttons and a golden braid. It is his daily routine to assume the role of a showman, preparing crowds who fill the Grand Lobby of the hotel for the arrival of celebrities. A red carpet, cordoned off on either side, lays mostly unrolled across the floor, and with a practiced kick of one polished shoe, the gentleman unrolls it the last few feet to the edge of an elevator.

                Gazing around at his audience, he reminds them to be respectful throughout the proceedings. Happy pride twinkles in his expression as a fanciful melody sings out; it is the signal that their royal guests are descending from their special suite on the rooftop.

                The elevator creaks open, the gentleman briefly slips inside, and a second later the crowds cheer as five ducks—four hens led by a drake—march past at a fast pace on their way to a large fountain. Attending them is the gentleman, better known to all in attendance as the Duckmaster, with his mallard-headed cane. A trainer and caretaker of ducks who delights audiences with his feathered charges.

                “It’s the best job in the world,” he declares, throwing his arms wide, and he means it.

                Twice a day, every day.

                A full-time career of feathered entertainment.


23 thoughts on “A Royal Hotel March (A Story)

    1. Aww, thank you, Grace. It was fun to learn about this happy event, and about the ducks as well. They have such royal accommodations up on the hotel rooftop, and the Duckmaster takes care of them. That’s quite a job. ^_^

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