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.
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