Once upon a time, a handful of little ducks got lost. When the elder ducks found them, they punished them. Later, the Quack Council, behind close doors, for three days with their three nights, pondered. On the fourth day, The Duck spoke.
"Bearing in mind all the aspects of the situation and what happened, this Council has decided to appoint a guardian. One of all of you will be from now responsible in all senses for the rest of you. The case has been given careful consideration as the situation requires. Being Duck nº1 and Duck nº2 the oldest of you, this Council decided one of them would be chosen. After humble and quiet deliberation, it is the will of this Council that Duck nº1 is your sergeant. At his command, duck!"
"Duck!!" quacked all of them in agreement.
With a few more quacks, Duck nº1 had all the little ones formed and ready. Duck nº2 was slightly apart, watching the new order be established. Duck nº1, fully conscieous of its new stripes, didn't make eye contact while the wee ones closing ranks and started to walk to the pond. One little duck at the bottom of the line looked at the silent Duck nº2, whispered something to the others in some kind of argument until another one turned to Duck nº1 to ask about the route. Duck nº2, closer and knowing the answer, stayed silent.
It was almost at the pond when a wee one asked Duck nº2 something.
Duck nº2 considerered its options.
Duck nº2 cracked a joke.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment