Oh! I do like to be beside the seaside

The bride was in a tizzy. She didn't know what was going on, just that a veil had been popped on her head. Apparantly this meant that she was soon to become Mrs Duck. Mr Duck was the gentleman who'd just had a bow-tie wrapped around his neck. They'd all been certain that it was some new way of killing people, but no, the tie stayed innocent, showing it's black shiny face to the world in a frozen greeting.

"What's going on? What's going on?" was the general cry, bouncing off walls of wood and growing louder as flowers were scattered to give the floor a more festive look.

Mrs Duck could only hear the other occupants of the open-roofed room, the veil was thick and white, and would have looked lovely had it not been all scrunched up.

The voice fell from above "Naow yoowall musshhhh" The bride wanted to hurt whoever was doing this, but couldn't see, her head turned this way and that uselessly.