bread-duck
So after, literally, DAYS of having to put it off for one reason or another, John and I went to go feed the ducks. I brought a grocery bag full of bread, thinking "my oh my these lucky ducks sure are just that to have all this bread coming their way" except I didn't factor in that there would be more ducks to come eat than just the ones that came the first time we went, and were dumb enough to come and check out if the rocks that we were throwing into the pond were edible. and I also didn't factor in that crappier birds (in order of least crappy to most the crappy birds are ugly geese, seagulls, and then pigeons) all would be trying to get a share. well, needless to say, the bread was gone in 20 minutes, and then the geese swam away bitchily, and the seagulls played in the sky while the pigeons scavenged, and the boyducks got back to fighting over the girlducks (with their slutty slut girlduck shiny feathers hanging out like sluts). But the story has a happy ending because we went back the day after that with two garbage bags full of bread, and we beat the pond! Every bird was so full, that they stopped eating the bread, even when we would float whole loaves out they went untouched. we made the bread look like ducks and bread trees, and floated them out. and next time were going to make a big duck out of bread so that they can only eat that.