When I was young, my dad would take us to the ponds out by the Volkswagen offices. We’d feed the swans there.
These days, I’ll pick up a sandwich from the local Subway, eat the meat and vegetables out of it, and then walk to a small landscaped lake. The ducks and swans get the leftover bread.
Once, all the ducks and swans were gone. In their place were a set of wooden decoys, floating out on the lake.
What do decoys eat?
I quickly scribbled pictures of loaves of bread on my notepad and tossed them into the lake.
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Feed the Ducks
Jeremy ran with his stick waving it wildy before him. He had never been so happy about what he was doing. It seemed like such a simple thing to do he didn’t understand why people hadn’t done it before. It was great watching huge flock of them the waddle before as he drove them on. Suddenly the first few took off and he knew his job was done here.
“Be free ducks be free.”
“Sir what are you doing?”
“Freeing the ducks like the sign says.”
“Sir the sign says Feed the Ducks. Now you can round them back up.”