The way I remember this story:
Bad ducks.Â They cost me a cupcake.
The way the story actually goes…
My brother and I were sitting on the back porch at our mini picnic table eating our lunch.Â My mom told me to eat my whole sandwich, including the crust, if I wanted to eat the special cupcake we had gotten at the bakery.Â Then she stepped inside for something.Â When she looked out the window she saw that I had walked out to the middle of the yard under the tree and I was tossing my crusts into the air calling to the ducks the way we did when we fed them in the park.Â Clearly I expected the ducks to swoop in and gobble up the evidence.Â It was win-win.Â I headed back to my seat to wait for my cupcake.Â Then my mom came back out and suggested we take a walk around the back yard. Â I did not think this was a very good idea.Â The ducks hadn’t showed up yet.Â Apparently it takes awhile for them to travel from the park to my backyard.Â I was quite put out to discover that my crusts were still there on the ground right in plain sight.Â Bad, bad ducks.Â I did not get that cupcake.
Dear ducks, I want you to know that all is forgiven.