Pretty In Pink Duckie Dale Mga Nobela at Kwento

She handed over to him a small bag. "Yuuppp!" Dalvin smiled, looking inside the bag, he suddenly frowned. "A piece of cake, with a small bottle of Pepsi?" "A piece of cake at MacDonald's!" Pink snapped. "I spent five thousand naira buying that piece of cake and small bottle of Pepsi. Mitcheeeew, ungrateful soul." Dalvin came closer to Pink, sniffing her dress to confirm his suspicion. "Yikes! You stink, when did you start drinking alcohol?"

The universe is so unfair. "Of course. She eats them all. The bright pink fuzzy duck," he points to a pink duck toy hanging from a hook. "It made it almost forty-eight hours before I found the head on my pillow and the guts strewn across the living room." "You need to pick one of the flat designs that don't have stuffing." Not turning fully around, I step back and pull off one of the flat ducks from behind me. I toss it to him across the space and he catches it one-handed. His arm stretches in front of him, but I lose sight of the duck and focus my attention on how the muscle.

As we were walking, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the riverside. “Look at those ducks.” She pointed to a mother duck swimming by the river with her ducklings. “Would you like to feed them?” I asked. She looked at me, eyes beaming. I chuckled and went over to the canteen inside the park. I bought a few pieces of bread and went back to where Amelia was waiting. “Did you get it?” She asked. I nodded and handed her the paper bag. She pulled out a piece of bread and tore it up into small pieces. The ducks swam to us and Amelia fed them slowly.

“Maybe we start with just one. If it goes well, we’ll figure something out for the rest.” “Really?!” she squeals, turning to May, who claps her hands in delight. “This is going to be sooooo cool!” Baylee adds, practically bouncing. Drake chuckles. “Okay, but where are we even going to find a pig?” Baylee pulls her phone from her pocket and hands it over. Drake shakes his head with a smirk, realizing she’s already found a seller. “You, little miss Baylee, are something special,” he mutters. “Send me the link and I’ll sort it out.”

sound. Angela's reaction was immediate. She jumped up in excitement, her whole body seeming to light up. In front of them was a store with a large, colorful display featuring characters from the Rainbow Pony show. Standing outside was someone in a full-body costume of a pink pony with a sparkly mane. "Arabella, look! It's Pinkie!" Angela squealed, pointing at the mascot. She turned to Bella, eyes wide with wonder. "It's really her!" Bella smiled down at the little girl, clearly pleased by her reaction. "Do you want to take a picture with her?" she asked.

Perhaps even the flower bushes would be glad that they're not dying anymore. She and Anabelle had walked to the little pond a few nights back, but they had not seen any ducks, but there they were today, in all of their full glory. There were 7 ducks that she could see so far, the big, mama duck waddling ahead of them and her little duckling trailing behind her. She had though it was a myth before, ducks travelling in a V. Well, not she had at least seen it for herself. She made a mental note to show up at the pond again tomorrow, but with breadcrumbs so she could feed them.

Chapter 50: Too Much, Too Soon? Justin pulled me gently toward the pond where ducks floated lazily on the water’s surface. We sat on a bench, our legs brushing, and he surprised me by pulling out a small paper bag. “Got something for you,” he said, eyes twinkling. I peeked inside and found a tiny cupcake decorated with pink frosting and a single candle. “For what?” I asked, touched. “Because you’re sweet,” he grinned. “And I wanted to celebrate you.”

Dillon’s POV “Oh look, Dillon. There are ducks. See? We can sit out here, right on this bench, and feed the ducks.” Cassandra was pointing out at the pond. Sure enough, there were ducks. I nodded. Of course there were ducks. The estate literally had everything. At this rate, I wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if a fucking unicorn waltzed out of the forest. “They’re nice,” I replied.

She didn’t make the decision though, as he spotted another plush unicorn nestled behind the booth of a youthful woman with two braids twisted over her shoulders. “What do I have to do to win that?” he questioned, dagger-inked finger thrusting toward the teddy. “Just shoot the ducks with the water guns,” she smiled a gap-toothed grin, small hands patting the worn guns. “Shoot down ten ducks in ninety seconds and you can choose whatever you want.” “Easy. How much?” “$5.”

Heel-toe, heel-toe; just one foot in front of the other. I look up when I hear the sounds of children squealing and realise I’ve made it to one of the parks. It’s a small park with a decent jungle gym for the kids and is right near a lake. Parents like to bring their pups to come and feed the ducks. Surprisingly these ducks aren’t afraid to be near us. They must be mighty ducks… HA, mighty ducks! Get it? Like the movie? Thank Goddess these lame jokes are only in my head. “Lucky me, I get the privilege of hearing them,” Zara cringes.