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I should've known it was Daffy Duck all along thought Matt angrily as he was searching through his belongings.

He had lost his CD player recently, and had finally conluded that Daffy Duck must have taken it. Matt had seen Daffy eyeing his CD player since the first day they met. He knew sooner or later he would try to take it.

"Daffy!" shouted Matt into the empty hallway, "You come back here with my CD player! Why didn't you just take Susan's ipod instead!".

Susan was Matt's sister, who always seemed to have better stuff then him. But Matt treasured his CD player, since it was the only thing he had ever bought with his own money.

"Daffy!" he shouted again as he stomped down the hall, "Don't make me come after you, you dang talking duck!"

As Matt turned the corner, he saw a flurry of feathers run past him. Matt turned around just in time to see his bedroom door slam shut. Then he heard Daffy turn the lock.

Matt ran up to the door and started banging on it with his fist.

"Daffy, open this door! I can just let you borrow the CD player! You don't gotta be like that!" he yelled against the door. But it was no use, Daffy wasn't going to give it up.

Matt exhaled angrily.

"Fine, Daffy, I'm telling Mom about this!" he said as he ran back across the hall. Soon he reached the kitchen, where his Mother was washing dishes.

"Mom!" he whined. Matt's mother turned around and dried her hands with a towel.

"What is it, Matt? Can't you see I'm washing the dishes right now?" she said.

"But Mom, it's important. Daffy took my CD player and he won't give it back to me!" Matt cried. His mother gave him a perplexed look.

"Who the heck is Daffy?" she said.

"Daffy Duck, Mom!" he said, "Tell him to give it back right now! He locked himself in my room and who knows what else he might take from me!"

"Honey, Daffy Duck is a cartoon character. He couldn't have possibly have taken anything from you." his Mother said with a worried look.

"What are you talking about, Mom! Daffy's been living here for two weeks now, don't you remember?"

"Matt, stop joking around and go clean your room." said his Mother. Matt began to get very frustrated.

"Mom, I cannot get into my room! Haven't you been listening! Daffy Duck locked himself in there!"

"Now, Matt, don't you talk to me that way, this joke has gone far enough!" Matt's mother said sternly.

Matt clenched his fists.

"Fine, I'll go clean my room," he said quietly, "Even though I can't get in it." Then Matt marched back down the hall and back to his room, where the door was now ajar. Curious, he went inside and found his CD player on his bed.

Where did Daffy go? Matt wondered. He looked to his left and saw his window wide open, the curtains blowing in the wind. Storing his CD player safely in his drawer, he went over to the window and stuck his head out.

"You better not ever come back, Daffy Duck!" he shouted into the open air. Then he went back and sat on his bed, feeling that everything was now taken care of.

Gosh, Ducks are such a bother ,he thought as he began to clean his room.