Mostly Ducks: Fantasy

Mostly ducks, the sign read. He stared up at it, and one eyebrow rose. Truly, the customer had a most interesting sense of humor, sending a bounty hunter here. Mostly ducks? Well, he supposed that it was true it did not say, only ducks, so perhaps his quarry was inside. He knocked on the door and walked inside. "Good evening, sir," said the young lady behind the counter. Her nose was a bit long for her face, nearly a beak, and her hair was slicked back in the style known as a duck-tuck. "How can I help you?" the bounty hunter shook his head. He hadn't had sleep for too long, and his mind was playing with him. "I'm looking for somebody," he told the duck girl. "I was given a password--I was to say, 'golden goose'." He leaned forward.

Inspiration: A Flickr community called "(mostly) Ducks"
Story Potential: Uh...medium-high? High? Low? I'm quite unsure.
Notes: Think in the vein of Fforde, style-wise.