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.
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