The Tale of the Boy and His Flighty Duck

Once upon a time, there was a handsome young boy. One morning, he stood surveying his world over his cup of apple juice. What, oh what, should he do today? What mischief could he perform?


When all of sudden, he spotted a potential. A morning's entertainment, if you will. A duck. What more fun could one boy have than by catching a duck?



So, off he went to claim the poor creature. He took off like a bullet (because a little boy's idea of stalking has nothing to do with the speed of their gait, but rather the silence of their mouth... So, by a three-year-old's standard, stalking can included rushing at one's prey, so long as there is no whooping involved.)



Away went the duck, and after him went the boy.



Round and round...



But that duck was too quick for the sad little boy...



Next time, though... oh, next time... just you wait Mr. Duck.
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