The Jenny Lewis Chronicles
Episode 3
Chapter 1
The elderly lady shuffled towards the duck pond in Richmond Park. She lived on her own, her husband had passed away and her children were all grown up, so now the most exciting thing she had to do in her life was feed the ducks every morning.
As she neared the shore of the pond, she reached into her bag and broke the bread she had brought into small pieces. As she was going to throw them in, she noticed something strange. Normally there were loads of ducks and geese on the pond, today though there were only three ducks, two geese and a coot, and it wasn't even winter yet.
Still, the old woman didn't bother herself with that, she threw her piece of bread far out into the centre of the pond. Surprisingly though, none of the birds seemed willing to follow, indeed they seemed to want to stick near the shore of the pond, in the shallow water. So the bread sank to the bottom, then the old woman threw another piece, again they would not follow. BUt then she threw a third piece of bread and this time, the coot's hunger got the better of him, he shot out into the middle of the pond and gobbled up the bread before it could sink. The old woman, pleased that the birds were finally beginning to respond, continued to throw bread out there. One by one, the ducks and geese all headed out into the centre of the pond and were soon stuffing themselves with the bread.
But when the old woman had thrown her last piece if bread, the ducks, geese and coot suddenly remembered that they were out in the middle of the pond and started honking and quacking with alarm. Soon, the old woman saw why. The water around the birds began to swirl, slowly at first, but then more violently, until there was a fully fledged whirlpool right in the middle of the duck pond. The ducks, geese and coot were sent spinning around, squawking with horror as they realised their fate. One by one they were all sucked down into the centre of the whirlpool, which then stopped as oddly as it had come into existence.
For a moment, the old woman stood where she was, completely bewildered. Then suddenly, a patch of water in the centre of the pond began to bubble and froth, the patch moved slowly towards the old woman, before coming to a halt just a couple of feet away from the pond shore. For a moment, the bubbling patch of water stayed where it was. Then, something began to emerge from it.
The old woman screamed and ran back to her car as fast as her elderly legs could carry her. She had just seen an large, orange eyeball emerging from the bubbles.