“Something's
fishy.”
Captain Ahab*
#quote
CJ's over
today. Hopefully nothing explodes. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Duck And
The Penguin
“Quack,
quack?”
“Squark!”
Mr. Duck was in
quite the dilemma. Had he not flown South? Or just not quickly enough
to escape winter? He didn't speak the language of the black and white
bird in front of him, so asking for directions seemed impossible. The
cold threw off his instinctual sense of direction. The next choice of
where he flew would determine where lived or died.
“Squark?
Squark...squark...” The black and white bird stranger spoke more to
himself than to Mr. Duck at this moment. He thought maybe the bird
was considering something.
“Squark!”
The stranger shouted and a mass of birds huddled around Mr. Duck. He
felt warmer immediately and one brought him fish. This warmth. This
would help Mr. Duck. He would be able to survive a good night in this
extremely cold area to see how the Sun moved through the sky. This
would allow him to tell which way was North and which way was South.
A day passed
and Mr. Duck oriented himself and flew the proper path. He wondered
how many wayward migrant birds those strangers helped before. Whether
he'd been the first or the thousandth he felt thankful for their
charity.
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