
This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to explain “baby ducks ate my lunch.” How did that happen? Who is the protagonist? Where did the baby ducks come from? Go where the prompt leads!
My first thought was of the oft-quoted excuse for failing to complete homework: the dog ate my homework, but I decided to go with a more plausible situation with excited children feeding ducks at the park. I hope you enjoy it.
Baby Ducks Ate My Lunch
A wail fractured the picture-perfect ‘Freedom Day’, the first outing since lockdown began aeons ago.
Father’s mind wandered like the lonely cloud contrasted against the vivid sky, contemplating nothing—no lessons, no video calls, no demands for something to eat or do. Mother absentmindedly stroked his hair as she inhaled the freshness of the sunshine and the scent of nearby gardenias. The children entertained themselves—what luxury—feeding ducks with days-old bread.
The wail amplified, like an approaching train, finally demanding Father’s and Mother’s attention. “What’s wrong?”
“Baby ducks ate my lunch,” wailed the younger. The older one shrugged.

Thank you for reading. I appreciate your feedback. Please share your thoughts.

Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Disappearance, including mine,can be read at the Carrot Ranch here.
Well done, Norah.
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Thank you, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Norah.
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And that’s just the way with baby ducks, isn’t it?
An end to an idyllic afternoon…
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Indeed, baby ducks, or just just babies …
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❤
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A sweet story Norah, and clever. ❤
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Thank you, Debby. 💖
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Mmm…suspicious! 🤨😄
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😂
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What a sweet story, Norah. I totally got caught up in the moment with the parents. ❤
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Thank you, Colleen.
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You capture that brief moment of peace beautifully, Norah. I hope your characters know not to give real ducks bread 😉
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Thank you, Anne. I’m pleased I captured the moment. I did hesitate about feeding the ducks bread. I do disagree with it – we know better now – but many still do so I wanted to paint a realistic picture. Perhaps I should have chosen something else less destructive to birdlife.
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Love it, Norah!
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Thanks, Robin.
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Well done, Norah!
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Thank you, Bette. 🙂
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❤ xo
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This reminds me of a time just before our lock down (which has relaxed much these days) – when we went for a walk at a local park around their pond path and met our son, DIL and grands! It was delightful to see the water fowl, but that pond had signs to not feed the wildlife. Still I’m sure some brave ducks do get to close to ground level picnic lunches 😀
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I agree with those signs to not feed the ducks, Jules, but many still do so I wanted to paint an accurate picture.
How wonderful to meet your family unexpectedly at the local park!
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It still is a great picnic, despite some overzealous feeding (and judiciously chosen food) of the ducks. Well painted, this family portrait.
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Thanks, D. I’m not actually in favour of feeding ducks stale bread but many families still do it so I hoped the picture was accurate. Thank you.
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What a cute story, Norah. I can just imagine this.
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Thank you, Robbie. 🙂
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🙂 I can picture this all. A lovely story.
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Thank you, Chelsea.
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perfect!
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Just in time for Easter. Darling story, Norah.
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I didn’t think about that, but true, Jacqui. 🙂
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