Wild O' Jungle Fashion Week

Dr Quack, the Duckess was hurrying by when she noticed Baby Brewy, the Rabbit of the Wild o’ Jungle sitting in a morose mood. In fact Brewy was in such a foul mood that she was sprawled all over the green lawn, that belonged to Bitchy Witch the Owl with her hands cupped over her chin and her gloomy eyes taking a peep out of her all too famous aviator glasses. Dr Quack liked Brewy and liked her most when she was jumping around. “Brewy dearest why are you in such a foul mood baby?”, she inquired of Brewy.

“Booooooohooooooooooo! Booooohooooooooo!”, she wailed.

“Now be a good girl and tell me what happened”.

And so Brewy amidst her heavy sobs and sniffs, narrated a heart rending tale. A sartorial tale of such grave scales that it sent Quack quack so loud that Pecky the woodpecker, who tired after a hard days peck, was taking a short nap, woke up startled by the noise. The moment she spotted Quack she quickly went back to her dream world lest Quack gives her some more naturopathy to deal with. But Quack was still the crying shoulder to baby rabbits to pay attention to peckers of any kind. Her heart went out to the poor rabbit devoid of sexy attire which prevented such a wonderful rabittine from rabbit-walking down the creeper path in the Jungle Fashion Week show, that was rocking the animal world in the Wild o’ Jungle.

But the intelligent Dr Quack was already trying to think of a way out of this sartorial mess. That was when Dr Quack remembered Suzy the Swift who was an amateur designer and her amateurity was She Apparel.

No sooner did the idea strike her that she mentioned it to Brewy who became all pink and cheery. Quack propelled into action soon enough, first dispensing with Brewy’s spectacles and then duck walking quickly to find Suzy the swift.

Suzy was swiftly sifting through her latest designs and inspecting those she felt befit her Main display when Quack entered. Suzy liked Quack a good deal, she had given her a free treatment when she trod a hill and sprained her a little claw on the left leg. She welcomed Quack and tiny Brewy by her side. The moment Suzy heard Quack out, she got into her Designer wear promos.

“Brewy baby, here before you is the red hot checkered skirt peppered with a lot of black that would make you look hot in this sizzling heat. Below that is a kewl Cotton candy skirt emanating hues of pink, the colour of passion that would be the apt attire to beat the heat. You may also want to consider wearing the airy Pink sleeveless top and a blue skirt to match it.”
Suzy paused to catch her breath as she normally does after one of her marketing gimmicks.
Baby Brewy was looking with starry eyed wonderment at all the goodies before her and was wondering what to choose when Quack quacked as though to clear her throat and announced what would suit Brewy the best.
“The Cotton Candy skirt it shall be”, declared Quack proceeding to extract matching pink coolers from her coat, to go with it.
“A Nike pink and grey floaters would be the ideal footwear to go with it.”, she added.

A delighted Baby Brewy walked out of Suzy’s shop happy with her purchase and ran to the hole she had burrowed in Bitchy witch’s lawn to emerge a ravishing beauty.