The Ducks

The Ducks

On Monday I sat on the park bench pouring fistfuls of breadcrumbs into the lake. The breadcrumbs floated along the surface. No ducks wanted to eat my bread. I saw no ducks.

On Tuesday I came back to the park. I walked past the bench. A young girl and her father were dropping small pieces of bread into the water. Ten ducks rose from the lake, eager to eat. All my bread had gone.

All my bread had gone...Copyright © 2014- Jacob Harper and Rufus Lakin. All rights reserved.

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