It's not looking good for our feathered friend

Donald's Demise

From the terrified look on Donald's face, I think he must be saying, "Help! Time Pullers, translocate me outta here, quick!"

Of course, he'd be saying it en español since I took this photo in Mazatlán, which most of you know is on the main portion of Mexico, just across from the tip of the Baja peninsula.

I hesitate to call him "Donald," because I'm not certain American registered trademarks are honored 100% of the time down there, and I suspect Disney received no royalties for this candy-filled contraption.  We also encountered at the beach vendors of toys with Spider Man, Superman, and Batman themes, and I imagine the same arrangements were made for them.

I wanted to try some of the Mexican candy that spilled out after the duck was ruptured, but alas, the children were too fast for me.

One final note: For those puzzling about my use of the term, "ruptured," soldiers and sailors who were honorably discharged after WWII wore a diamond-shaped patch or pin depicting an eagle in a ring.  This patch identified them among those discharged and allowed them to wear their uniform for thirty additional days.  The nickname for this patch was the "ruptured duck."