On Sunday morning Ben and I brought a two-day-old bread roll to the creek to feed the ducks. They began quacking and calling all of their friends over to fight over the bread pieces.
But one boy duck sat against the far wall and refused to battle amongst the rest of the flock. So Ben and I had a contest to try and throw him a piece of bread. Piece after piece fell short and into the beak of some other greedy duck until all of the bread was gone.
The next day, Ben and I were both massaging our throwing arms.
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