1/10/26 6:30 33F (0.5C) Calm, dry, icy. The waning half moon glows dimly through a gauzey veil of clouds.
Something just grabbed a duck from the pond. I could hear them thrashing, wings beating the water, and the frightened calls of his companions making a hasty escape.
A sparrow flys away in alarm.
Walter barks, unsure of whose side to take.
A few pitiful quacks, the rustle of briars. Silence.










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