Duck Season Daffy Novels & Stories

I just felt the wind hitting my face and focused my eyes on what we were passing. "Is that a swan?" I asked when an animal caught my attention. Zachary laughed. "No, baby. It's a duck." "Why are you laughing?" I asked with a frown, slightly annoyed. "Because you're so innocent," he said softly. I scoffed. "Don't fool me. You're thinking that I'm stupid, right?" "Oh, please, don't bite me again," he said; it was as if he was preventing me from doing that. "I already told you, I laughed because you're too cute in my mind."

I asked. Jackson rolled his eyes in that condescending way that I absolutely hated. “You wouldn't know unless you tried it out, now would you?” I gave him a nod because I knew we were doing the D-E-F today no matter what as his plan to completely disarm me one more time. “I suppose you are right.” I muttered. . . . “Mommy, look! DUCKS!” Kelsey pointed at the ducks in the park pond. “Let's feed them!”

I let out a laugh, when she leans forward, trying to touch the ducks but we are way too far to even be close. I place her down on her feet and get down to her level, watching as she jumps up and down, clapping her hands. She is so intrigued by the baby ducks following the mother duck, as they all travel in one line. It's a cute sight. I pull out my phone and take a small video of the scene, wanting to capture it for Ava. " Skylar!" I let out a small breath, when I see Reece walk towards us, on our way back to the bench.

Sky said. She was keeping rant at the same line again and again, and her chirpy voice zoomed Steve out of his thoughts. “Yes Sky, I too saw him. So, now relax and don’t get overexcited,” Steve said. She obediently followed his words and stop clapping and giggling, but didn’t leave her gaze from the sight of the fake Donald Duck. Sky liked this Donald Duck so much. She moved towards him and stood in front of him. “Wow, Duck, you are so cute.” She pulled his cheeks like a baby.

Too bad they never imagined I had already gotten rid of it. My phone suddenly buzzed with a message. I glanced down and smiled bitterly. Mom and Dad thought it was a concerned message from Byron, and they exchanged guilty glances. Unfortunately, they were only half right. It was indeed from Byron, but the message read, "Something came up at work. I won't be home tonight." Right after that, Claire sent me a video. Byron was in the hospital, head bowed as he peeled an orange for her, his gaze tender. The caption read, "I'm the one Byron loves. An ugly duckling is forever an ugly duckling. You'll never become a swan."

asked Chelsea for the hundredth time . " I'm quite sure nothing is wrong , my Lady " replied Cici with the same patient tone she used with her . Chelsea tried to pay special attention to detect any abnormality in her voice but then Cici gave her a small yellow duck that went ' SQUEAK ' ' SQUEAK ' and Chelsea was distracted. ****** " Good morning , my Chelsea are you okay today ?" greeted her father and Chelsea showed him a complaining pout " Cici gave me a yellow duck "