|The Quick and Difficult Life Of Miranda Glomgold
Author: AmberKendsLacy PM
Miranda never really understood why the world hated her Uncle when she was young, but soon time catches up with her and when it's her turn to be hated, can she take it? Or can three really weird men change her life for the better? I own nothin but MirandaRated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Darkwing Duck - Chapters: 8 - Words: 26,343 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 04-07-13 - Published: 01-12-13 - id: 8903516
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It was a stormy night at Glomgold Manor when the baby was discovered.
Miss Canary was doing her best to clean the Manor all by her lonesome when she heard a strange noise that dragged her attention away from her lack of payment job. She went to the front door were the noise started to see what it was before the master of the Manor did first.
The maid opened the front door, her broom at the ready in case it was any of those charity workers wanting to mooch off Mr. Glomgold.
However, to her surprise, it was actually a small baby duckling in a basket, crying out of fear from the storm. Thinking nothing of how she was left there, Miss Canary picked up the baby and took her inside, holding the baby close to her as she walked up to 's office.
She inspected the baby for a moment and assessed that it must be a girl, judging from the baby's pink blanket it was wrapped in of course.
The baby gurgled and played with the maid's necklace, sticking the golden cross in her mouth. Miss Canary chuckled at the small duckling before taking the cross out of her mouth and stopped as she reached her boss' office.
Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves the maid knocked twice on the door before opening it. The baby gurgled and turned her head to the direction of her saviour and squeaked at the image of a strange old man working at his desk, ignoring the constant ringing of the phones near his desk as he looked up at his only maid with a raised eyebrow at the baby in her arms.
"I was unaware you had children Miss Canary." He said with disinterest as the maid walked closer to his desk and sat in a nearby chair.
"It's not my baby ; I found her outside in the storm. There's a letter with her addressed to you." Miss Canary said calmly, handing the note to her employer, who took it without question, opening it and reading it in complete silence.
He then looked up at the maid and sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his temple before addressing her.
"It's my niece," he sighed before continuing "She will be your responsibility Miss Canary, understood?"
The maid nodded once and left the room in silence, the small duckling in her arms whimpering in sadness as they left the room. The maid frowned at the duckling's behavior as she walked into one of the many sitting rooms before taking a seat in a chair nearby the fireplace before rocking the duckling to sleep.
Poor girl, the maid thought sadly as she held the duckling closer to her, left behind by her parents, the cowards.
Miss Canary was worriedly thinking on where exactly the duckling was going to sleep when she heard a knock on the door.
Grumbling something about the time of night, the maid answered the door, her face reappearing as one of shock as some delivery men carried a cot into the sitting rooms, her employer soon walking in to watch as the delivery men basically changed the sitting room into a nursery.
Flintheart held up his hand in silence as his maid was about to thank him and gave her a sarcastic look.
"You didn't really think I was going to let her sleep on the floor did you?" The maid frowned at his comment as he and the delivery men left her and the duckling in the room alone.
She looked back down at the small duckling, which nuzzled her small head against the nurse's arm and smiled as she lowered her into her new cot.
Was it possible that this small duckling was able to change her tight fisted, no nonsense employer?
She certainly hoped so.
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