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Now I'm going to write about duck people. The pond's pretty big one, and that's where the duck people live, maybe twelve birds altogether. I don't know how their family is organized. I suppose they've got their internal arrangements, with some members getting along better with some not so well, but I've never seen them fight.  It's December, so ice has started to form on the pond, but not such thick ice. Even when it's cold, there's still enough open water left for the ducks to swim around a little bit. When it's cold enough for thick ice, I'm told, some of the girls come here to ice-skate. Then the duck people (yes, I know it's a weird expression, but I've got into the habit of using it, so it just comes out) will have to go somewhere else.  I come here every weekend these days and kill time watching the duck people.  You may not know this, but ducks are very pleasant people to spend time with. I never get tired of watching them. I'll never understand why everybody else bothers to go somwhere far away and pay good money to see some stupid movie instead of enjoying these people.  They must have non-slip treads. So winter is not really a fun season for the duck people. I wonder what they think, deep down inside, about ice and stuff. I bet they don't hate it all that much. It just seems that way to me from watching them. They look like they're living happily enough, even if it's winter, probably just grumbling to themselves, "Ice again? Oh, well..." That's another thing I really like about the duck people.  OK, that's enough about the duck people. Bye-bye, Mr Wind-up Bird. I don't quite know how to put this, but the duck people in the woods and I are praying for you to be warm and happy. If anything happens to you, don't hesitate to call me out loud again. Good night. | |||||||
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