Dear diary,
Today I was in the forest on a search for food. And when I say food, I mean food — not that cheeky, grumpy woodcutter’s smacks. I was strolling past the hills, rivers and trees when I saw a timid girl walking by. I GOT MY VICTIM. IT WAS HER.
I was having a normal day, swimming peacefully in the pond, until a breadcrumb hit me on the bill. And then another. It was like a hailstorm! But with breadcrumbs. I quickly turned and gobbled as many as I could.
Then, I spotted my archenemy – Peter the Rabbit – dashing around a tree. Every time I waddle to the pond, he shakes the tree I pass under, making acorns rain down on my head.
Continue reading A Duck’s Disaster – Breadcrumbs, Quakes, and a Broken Home
