Far outside, a duck quacks 13 quacks.

Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack

A few minutes, later it quacks ten more quacks.

It finishes with seven more quacks.

There’s a pattern. There’s a definite pattern.

What does it mean?

I grab my phone and run the duck-speak through a translation app.

I get my answer:

“Et, voila! Violent Violet plays viola of her own volition!”

Huh.

Ducks know French?

telling stories
around the campfire
with no fire

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© Steve Mitchell 2019