On the back of the postcard was the following message:
Hey, Fyke peeps.
Down here with the Mallards, great folks. Weather is warm.
Lots of cute chicks here. All is good.
That pond was cramping my style, and when all those Canadians showed up... well, I couldn't take it.
See ya. I may never leave here.
(Thanks for passing that postcard along, Bill!)