Teryl's Tales of Whim~It was a nice, quiet day at the park, overcast, the little creek was crystal clear as it burbled, a single duck occasionally quacking to itself.
The witch followed her nose to the bank, leaning down from her wheelchair to scoop up some sand and pebbles.
The duck paddled over, demanding payment.
"Oh is this your stream? My apologies."
The witch scattered some peas from her other pocket, and the duck wagged its tail in satisfaction.
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