I'll start this off the best way I can think of, with a story.
The little duckie,
My sister and I would go down to the river docks on days when the
weather is nice and sunny. And we are just sitting and eating when i
notice this little, and kind of beat up looking, duck waddling by. My
sis hadn't noticed it and i begin to say 'hey, look at that du..' then
BAM. It dives head first into the water and I shoot up and go up to the
docks edge. Sis runs up behind me and asks what I'm looking for. I tell
her that I was just watching this duck swim by and I just dove down
into the water. So we waited for it to return. We waited and waited,
but nothing appeared. No ripples in the water, no bubbles. We never
knew what happened to that duck. She doesn't even think it was really
there in the first place. But i was, i knew it was. And to this day,
I'll go look for the duck around lunchtime hoping for it to return.
I hope that little duckie is living a good life now.
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