A Phalanx Of Ducklings

Aug 15th, 2012 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

A phalanx of cars had stopped along the highway. It was raining and I didn’t want to get out, but I finally grabbed my umbrella. The smiling faces indicated no one had been injured.

I pushed my way through the crowd. What had stopped traffic wasn’t some kind of accident or road construction, but a family of ducklings swimming in a puddle that had formed inside a pothole. They were really the cutest thing you’d ever seen. There was room enough to drive past, but everyone was happy to spend the afternoon watching them. Some of us fed them breadcrumbs.

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