Once, there was an old man in the middle of the road. And a duck passed by. The old man asked the duck, "Where are you going, o duck?"
The duck replied, "to see my kids."
The old man saw it holding a milk carton. And asked, "you bought some milk?"
The duck nodded. "But what are you doing, old man?"
The old man simply smiled. "I'd like to see my granddaughter again."
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Shitty Short Stories
General FictionExpect a crack fairy tale series that references a lot of death and existentialism, as my random way of having fun!ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ Multiple updates every Tuesday! Or on a random day of the week. Or fuck the schedule. I just released multiple chapters earli...
