Duck Soup


I woke up in a panic. There was a hole in the boat! Water was rushing in. I could hear it!

I jumped out of bed and put my ear to the floor. It was quiet. Not here. I jumped down the stairs to the living room and put my ear down again. The sound of rushing water was muffled. Which bilge was filling up?

New idea. I swung open the sliding door and leaned over the side to look. Ducks, at least a dozen. They looked up. “Get out of the way”, I said.

Maybe it was the jet lag. Or maybe the beer from last night. My brain took it’s time to process. Meantime the ducks went back to work nipping away at the algae growing along the waterline of my boat. It sounded like rushing water.