There were two little ducks that lived on a pond. It was a very isolated pond that no one ever went to, and so the little ducks believed they were the only creatures to inhabit the world. Well, aside from the fish and other things they ate, that is. They were quite content with this setup. The fish were abundant, the water was clean, and their down feathers kept them warm in any weather.
Imagine their surprise, then, when a very large creature
crashed onto the scene one day. Oh, it
was a terrible creature! It was big and
very loud, and it lived on the land and not the pond. When it walked, the ducks heard “boom boom
boom” and their ears hurt. It breathed
with odd, raspy sounds and smelled so awfully strange. There was no getting around the fact that it
was so ugly--hideous!--bare without a feather to be found. It seemed unconcerned with the ruckus it
caused as it smashed reeds and trampled frogs and disturbed even the very air
the ducks breathed.
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| Two frightened little ducks. |
They quickly swam away, as fast as their little duck feet
could move them, away from the terrible creature. Their little world would never be the same now
that they had seen what lurked on the land, peering eerily at the water. They would have to be careful and watchful
from now on. The world no longer belonged
to them, and they were saddened by that fact.
But at least they had gotten away safely.
Back on shore, I could not believe how deep that sink hole
was. I stepped into it and sunk right up
to my calf and made quite a ruckus trying to get myself out of it. What rotten luck! I noticed two little ducks swimming away, and
I wished I had such quick little duck feet as they did. They ought to have at least posed for a
picture, given the trouble I went through to find them.
