50 shades of duck

3 shades of duck

Duck saw the bread. The bread looked hard and stale, just how duck liked it. Stealthily duck swam over to the bread. It sat there on the pavement of the pond. Not a human in sight. The bread looked cold not a dent in it... Duck forgot about his quest. The bread was more important than his hormones. Duck dug into the hard messy delight he lunged for. Duck was satisfied. The bread was the best he'd had since his birth the year before. But that was ducks mistake. He let his guard down. There he saw her... his ex wife daphne. She stood there in au. Duck didn't know what to do...