It was a warm and sunny day when Harley was playing duckball with her friends on the block. She
never got touched by the ball once! Then all of a sudden a big loud quack went around the yard there in front of my face was a duck!
“DUCK!”I yelled
“What is the ball coming to me or something? Said my friend Jake puzzled.
“No,look right there! I shouted.
“That’s a duck not a goose we don't have geese here in the state we live in!”said Lilly.
“I said duck!” I yelled.
“Let’s go play our game more.” Said Shawn.
“Yah, but the duck is in the way!” Jane pointed out, my best friend.
“We could take a piece of my sandwich bread ducks always like that,”suggested Lilly.
We took a piece of Lily's sandwich bread and threw it far, far away and he just stood there.
“Why is he doing that?” I said.
“He does not like bread, my neighbor's cat doesn't like cat food or biscuits and that bird does not like bread.” said Jane.
“Let’s let him play!” said Shawn, Shawn always makes up baby stuff but, for some reason they always work.
“Okay” I mumbled.
We let the duck play. He got hit in the head but only one time it was incredible! He made me get hit once and Shawn, Jake and Lily all got hit twice! Shawn had to go home after because his dad was coming home from a long business trip. Suddenly, a duck that looked older came over, she had some babies following her. I knew right away that it was it’s momma. When the duck started to trot away we were happy that we had a new friend, but we felt sad to see him leave. I would name him duckball.
The End
Quak! Oops I did not mean to say that.
That was quacktastic! Are you thinking of a sequel, Emma? Maybe the duck will show up at bedtime:)