The clear-as-glass, sapphire-blue waters flowed into a small pool,
and along with it, Donny, the duck. The water was very cold, almost
icy. He swam around in circles. One thing he noticed was that there
were no other ducks nearby and no fish in the springs and wondered
why.
It was a beautiful pond. Donny enjoyed watching the spring water
bubble up and rush forth into it. The sunlight danced on the water,
reflecting the warmth onto the flowers
and bushes around the pond. “I think I’ll stay here. Nobody else
lives here. I don’t need to eat fish. I can eat bugs and worms.”
Donny enjoyed it the first day. He didn’t have to share the
pond with anyone else. Nobody kicked him with their webbed foot and
nobody quacked and made noise. But the next day Donny didn’t like it
so much. The day after that he didn’t like it at all. “It’s too
quiet here and I want to eat a fish!”
Donny flapped his wings and flew into the air. He saw
another pond. It was much larger and there were a lot of other ducks
swimming about. He saw fish swimming under the water. Donny landed
on the water and stuck his head under. “Fish!” Just then a webbed
foot kicked him in the wing. Donny looked up. “Oh well. At least I
can have fish.” He dove down and caught a fish in his bill and
gobbled it up. “Ah! Fish.”
