We have a few ponds on the farm. On one of the ponds we can usually see a black and white duck tooling around. He's a domestic duck and he pays us no mind. He's not our duck, mind you. He's our neighbor, Oscar's, duck. So we decided to call him O.D.
The other day David decided it would be a good idea to feed O.D.
when we go on our morning walks. I took a piece of bread and here's how it went:
After a lot of calling and quacking,
just in case O.D. couldn't understand English, he ventures over.
I toss my bread upon the waters. Abe: Over here, mom! Where's your glasses?
O.D.: YUMMMMMM. This stuff is really great!
Okay Abe, can you shake hands? Abe: What do you think?
Abe: At last!!!! (stupid duck)
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