The little, white duck was sitting in the water, doing as he ought to. He took a bite of a lily pad, and said, “I’m glad!”
The little, green frog swimming in the water, did what he ought to and jumped on the lily pad. He croaked, “What’s up, Duckie buddy?”
“You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had!” Duckie said to Greenie.
“That fox after you again?” Greenie said.
“I wish she’d give it a rest. None of us want to be her dinner.”
“I do!” said the little, black bug swimming in the water. He wasn’t doing as he ought to. Instead he was swimming in circles and interrupting their conversation.
“Get lost,” Greenie said, “Or I’ll eat you.”
“You can’t catch…”
He didn’t get to finish. A little red snake had swallowed him whole. The snake said, “No, but I can. I’m glad he won’t be butting in anymore.”
“Thanks, Red,” Duckie said. “That fox ever try to eat you?”
“Nope. Everybody stays away from me. Well, except for you two.”
“What’s on the agenda for today’s HOA meeting?” Greenie asked.
“Well,” Red said, “What to do about the bugs in our home.”
“Problem solved,” Greenie said.
“I’d like to bring up a new agenda item,” Duckie said.
“Sure, what’s on your mind,” Red said.
“How do we get rid of the fox?”
“I’ll look into some contractors,” Greenie said.
“Sounds good,” Red said. “Report at the next meeting.”
“Will do,” Greenie said.
“Meeting adjourned,” Red said.
“Quack, quack, quack,” Duckie said.
“Croak, croak, croak,” Greenie said.
Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle, Red said.
The prompt for this piece was from Linda Hill: a song from your childhood.
My mom used to sing my brother a song at bedtime, called Little White Duck. I listened to the song for what seemed like an eternity of nights. I wanted to say I didn’t like it, because my brother did, but I did like it. I still don’t know why, but it does bring back fond memories of childhood. It was originally sung by Burl Ives (lyrics).
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