The Feeding
A handful of breadcrumbs landed randomly across the dewed grass.
....Quack..
A hungry bunch, aren't ya?
She glanced around the field, looking to see if there was anyone near enough to hear her. Satisfied that there was no one in sight, she leaned against a tree and began to sing. It was an old song, passed down to her from her grandmother. She was tentative at first, but grew more confident at the chorus. More bread rained down in the meantime.
The ducks pecked around her feet to pick up the last of the crumbs.
Finally, the song ended, and so did the feeding.
That's all for today. Breakfast is over now.
Quack. Quack.The figure of a girl dressed in pink picked up her backpack and disappeared across the fields.
Satoshi, up in a tree, made sure she was gone before he started to sing.
