One Duck, Two Ducks, Three Ducks, Four
In the beginning, there were five white ducks.
The wife of the story writer purchased them from a local farmer and placed them in the pond in front of their house. The story writer watched them swim and play when he stared out his window, in the morning, as he put words on paper.
As the ducks became part of their family, the writer's stories became happy and sometimes … they were even funny.
The ducks were bred for characteristics beneficial to humans – they put meat on their hollow bones quickly and became too heavy to fly away on diminished wings. There were three females among them, and they left many eggs around the pond.
After six months, one of the females disappeared during the night, a meal for a fox or a raccoon or a wandering bobcat. Tame ducks are a treat to wild animals.
There were four ducks, then.
The two remaining females left a dozen eggs each week around the pond, and they were rich to the tastebuds, too rich to be eaten by themselves, but when two were mixed with two chicken eggs, the resulting omelette was a delight.
After another 3 months, a second female was gone during the night.
Now there were three ducks, two males and one female.
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