So we had an hour to kill and many stale loaves of bread to use. Off to the duck pond we were bound. Honks, quacks, knacks, squirts, squeaks, cooing and whistles followed. Watching a hundred or so ducks flock to the girl—her first glimpse of power over other beings. Sound of the major traffic arteries for the city in the background. Muted by the fall of … [Read more...]