There is something amiss in the the world of Sarah & Duck. There’s a lot of insanity, and a lot of strange, but there’s an icicle of torment running through the whole thing. Pinning together the layers like a giant toothpick in an overstuffed foot high burger. It’s easy to get swept away with the disarming quirkiness, but friends, your suspension of disbelief will only lead you away from the disturbing and terrifying source of the horror presented to us and our children.
Let our attention first be drawn to the way that everyone treats Sarah & Duck. No-one bats an eyelid that there’s a young girl, always in the company of a duck, with no sign of her parents (Whom we have never seen!). The truth about these interactions may be far darker than we suspect. Everyone must know, or at least strongly suspect, that Sarah lives without parents, so why is nothing done? The reality is that everyone knows why Sarah lives without parents, and they’re keeping quiet and going along with the whole charade because they are afraid of what will happen if they don’t!
Sarah is no ordinary girl, she has the whole town dancing to her tune. She’s planted her flag right in her front garden for all to see, just as a reminder. The thing is, Sarah’s parents aren’t gone; they’re right there as an example, to keep the villagers in check. The extent of Sarah’s powers have not yet been fully determined. It is currently unclear if Sarah’s family has been directly turned into the Shallots , or if the Shallots were placed there as a mocking effigy over their remains. Either way the similarity between the Shallots’ home and a fresh grave is indisputable!
More evidence of her thrall over the townsfolk is how the rest of them treat her. The Scarf Lady is a prime example! Scarf Lady will knit anything for Sarah, no matter how ridiculous or how short notice. Circus costumes for the Shallots – no problem, a tree warmer – of course dear, why not? The reason for this immediate and unquestioning obedience can be deduced from Scarf Lady’s interactions with Bag. Scarf Lady and Bag bicker, and correct each other, and carry on exactly like an old married couple. This is because they are! At some point in the past Scarf lady either didn’t make Sarah a knitted object quickly/compliantly enough, or maybe she knitted her a duck, when she wanted a lemon, and so Sarah used her god like powers to change her husband into a bag, just as a reminder to Scarf Lady to know her place. Scarf Lady isn’t even her real name, my research says that it’s Elsie, but just like everything else in this child’s plaything all the names of everyone else has been replaced with a simplistic descriptor; Plate Girl, Ribbon Sisters, Scooter Boy, Bread Man etc.
This brings us to the narrator. The invisible voice that everyone can hear and interact with. This is the real kicker, friends. The proof that Sarah’s imagination and will is bleeding out into her surroundings with terrifying and devastating effects. Everyone can hear her internal monologue all the time! It’s there to give her prisoners an indication of what she wants them to do. To let them know what adventures She and her sinister and monosyllabic companion will go on, and what part everyone she meets will play over the next 10 minutes, when to jump through the hoops, and when to smile sweetly.
Further evidence of Sarah’s god powers can be shown with her non-human acquaintances. She has used her abilities to bring rainbows, a cake, umbrellas, and even the Moon to life for her own sick amusement! Without the Moon in orbit seasonal changes would become increasingly erratic, and lead to widespread chaos across the globe. As the weather in Sarah & Duck is not world devastating, we can only conclude that Sarah can affect the very motion of the planet itself through space.
Friends, there is nothing we can do against this power. All we can do is hope that she remains content, isolating herself in that town and away from the general public. Those poor souls trapped with her may yearn for death, but the true extent of her talents may even be able to abate that. Let us hope that they find comfort in the perpetually happy nightmare they find themselves in, and that there are some cakes there that won’t scream when you try to eat them.