Quack Quack Goes The Ducks
Down the track from Flossie’s cottage was a large pond with reeds, fish and lily pads. Every year a small flock of ducks would fly in to spend the summer there.
Flossie and the others always knew when they arrived by the commotion of loud quacking, wings flapping and the water splashing.
One year a little duck had waddled up to the cottage, captivated by the many yellow flowers growing in the garden, and asked if she could pick some to make a daisy chain necklace.
“Certainly” Flossie had said. “We call those flowers Dandelions”.
Now, everywhere this duck goes, she gets called ‘Dandelion Duck’ as she is always wearing her daisy chain proudly around her neck.
