| What the hell. |
[Mar. 19th, 2008|08:14 am] |
It is pissing down rain, and a large pond has formed in a depression next to one of the sycamore trees behind my apartment building. (It always does this when there's heavy rain). I glanced out the window a minute ago, and there's something strange in the middle of the pond. After some squinting, I figured out it is...a duck.
Boy, is he going to be disappointed when it stops raining. |
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