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I don’t knoho let these people get ducks

They clearly hadn’t considered the i after ducks in the winter in Montana It wasn’t like we lived in Florida up here These people were already walking hospital adue ducks in icy weather

We walked out into what could only be described as a bloodbath

Without the blood

Fine

A featherbath

It was a featherbath

There were feathers everywhere White, brown, black, purple—as there a purple feather? Surely that wasn’t fro of snow that had dusted the ground early thisA sizeable number of the residents were outside, wrapped up in their winter best, and appeared to be desperately trying to put—

“Is that a coat?” Kinsley asked, squinting

I relasses and used the end of my scarf to clean the over there?”

“I don’t think I want to know,” she replied, siht was absolutely correct

We should have gone for soup instead

God, I loved soup

My stomach rumbled

Great Noas hungry

Kins glanced at h she couldn’t hide the small twitch of her lips

This hat happened when I skipped breakfast

“Grand level with the bench where she was sitting with a ther lot”

“I iine you can, dear” She sipped tea out of the little silver lid “Mabel has lost her marbles”

“I didn’t know she had any,” Kinsley remarked “Is that a coat?”

“Mm” Grandma Rosie’s eyes narroith disapproval as she surveyed the scene in front of us “She’s going to break a hip trying to dress those ducks”

“But why is she trying to dress the ducks?” I questioned

“I have no clue, dear,” Grandma replied, then finished the last of her tea “I’ht Are you co?”

“Uh…”

“Oh, God, what is he doing?” Kinsley stomped off toward the pond