Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

AH the third and final piece of the puzzle (sorry no more elizabeth at least in this story)

So when we left off me and Elizabeth were running away from a very friendly African American man with a torn shirt, a crush on Elizabeth and a need for a cig. Why? because we are pathetic suburban white kids and it was night time.
From there we decided there was only one place to go, the SLP nature center, where once it was discovered that a deer walked across a bridge and could never go back (different story for a different time) anyway on the way over we passed a golf course going a luxurious 35 on a 30 mph road. I asked Elizabeth if she had ever been on it. She replied no and we discovered a new and more exciting destination to fulfill our adventurous needs. So we parked by Kat B's place (over on the N side) because it is common knowledge to many kids on
the wrong side of the track's, (our side) that there is no fence in that strip of the golf course. We made our ways like spies in the night (cuz we were) stepping in the shadows and keeping our voices at a lower volume. We peeped in the glowing basement windows, perchancing to see one of those wild parties that goes on at the B's house. We found only piles of junk, we continued on, nearing the golf course we lowered our pace (like you do on Oregon trail, which I think is where Elizabeth is right now) Anyway at some point on the grass we elevated ourselves from suburban teens to suburban teens with a Minneapolis golf club membership. I must say the grass "it's a nice" We felt like Royalty but for some reason still walked around with are backs slightly hunched, knees bent, like we were ready for a knife fight at any second.
Then we heard a noise.
Not just any noise, a strange duck/goose sounding noise. We both wondered "what was that?" out loud, and left ourselves silent answering with the question. We walked on, "quack!" it came again. We walked on and again it quacked. Things proceeded like this for quite awhile until we noticed with each passing second the quacks were getting louder. The fear took over in us, and we turned around, quack quack quack every few seconds. We raced back onto Kat's yard expecting it to let up but no, it did not stop. As we walked by Kat's windows we noticed a cat was sitting there but that couldn't stop us from our retreat, after all a crazy militant mutant guard goose was on our tail and approaching quick. We returned to the car and shouted out our rebellious slogans at the bird who we still could not see, but it would not stop its insanity. So we drove away.
Where to you ask? Where else can you go after you have just retreated from a homeless man (me in a few months) and an insane duck bent on chaos and disorder. We went to (what I thought were supposed to be) the new lower income housing units. As we got there I noticed the streets were unbelievably clean (for a construction area I mean) then we noticed the buildings had pillars, and well, looked better than our homes. As we approached we realized these were not shabby apartments but condos, we saw a party on a front stoop, they were well dressed young white people. We walked on, a car drove by us, and looked, well sharp, we walked on. We saw the sign, it said something about space in the 200s, we started back, the car was pulling into a garage, inside the garage, MORE GARAGES! All clean all white all perfect. We walked up to party, (me)"hey how much do these go for?"
man " oh 250s, 230s I dunno maybe 200," he said it casually then went back to his drink and women. We walked back to the car,

"those were yuppie pads," "I know" "why?" "I dont know" "no seriously who with money would want to live here?" "its a strange world" I dropped her off at her house. It was a bizarre night.