duck song fanfiction

duck song

Once upon a time is a silly way to start a story. It is often used in fairy tales, and books for children. One wouldn't think that a somber story, about very real heartbreak and love, would entail a beginning with such a connotation, but really, that's how everything starts, is it not? Once upon a time, once in a time, one time. It is the beginning of a remarkable story. The kind you only ever see one of, and that is accurate to where we begin. Once upon a time, a duck walked up to a lemonade stand.

It is worth noting that lemonade stands are very common and usually run by children and that this is not one of those. You see, the man, the entrepreneur, behind this enterprise was a very special man. While most see him and think, 'what an average man who is doing such an average thing', that wasn't quite the case. This man was a genius. He was saving up money to go to a prestigious college far away and would undoubtedly be very rich and successful in the near future. However, that hadn't happened yet, so our setting is a lemonade stand in a local park.

It was near noon when the duck approached. He was the kind of duck that good men usually wouldn't be spotted with. The kind of duck most often found in alleyways and cheap bars, not nice family parks with nice men and lemonade stands, but he was here regardless. The man eyed the duck for several moments, attempting to determine whether he was headed in his direction. He was.

As the duck neared ever closer, the man began to sweat a little. Genius as he was, he was not used to figures so ominous or... enticing. However, that was perhaps a part of him better not explored.

The duck finally reached his destination, and he put a wing on the stand, leaning in to view the man. In a pleased tone, he finally spoke, "hey," the man's heart beat a little faster hearing the deep quack. Bum bum bum, "Got any grapes?"

The man's eyes widened, surprised at the question before he composed himself enough to speak in a professional tone. After all, that's what he was, professional. "N-no, we just sell lemonade, but it's cold, and it's fresh, and it's all homemade," he paused to take a shuddering breath, "can I get you a glass?"

The duck eyed him once more, and then dropped his dark eyes down to where the pitcher of lemonade sat. he made a small noise of contemplation before his eyes drifted back up to the man, taking a brief moment to glance at where the man was chewing on his lips. He smiled warmly, "I'll pass"

And just like that he had waddled back down the path from where he had come leaving the man with an erratic heartbeat and maybe, just maybe, the beginnings of hope for what could soon be love.

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The next day came like me in your mother. It was warm, as it usually is in summer, and the cloudless sky seemed to swell with laughter as the man once again sat alone, working the stand. Although not nearly close to his goal, he had made a significant profit and was well on his way to the amount he needed. He glanced at the sun as it made its peak at the very top of the sky.

A sound of crunching leaves alerted him to a figure coming down the path. It was a lovely woman. The light wind brushed her hair out of her face and billowed her skirt. She jogged up to the man and tilted her head slightly, a soft smile brightening her face.

"Good afternoon! Could I have..." she glanced at the prices, "two lemonades, one with ice, please!" the man smiled at her as she tucked a lock behind her ear. Blush looked good on her. "Here you are, that'll be $4.70," he said.

"Amelia!" She called and a tall woman came running over from an adjacent field, "awe, Alice, baby, you didn't have to!" Alice handed her a glass before looking back at the man, "thanks so much, bye!".

He smiled, watching them walk away hand in hand. While ultimately silly (and not for him), Romance was a sight to behold.

There was a rustling behind him as a familiar figure stepped around the lemonade stand with an amused smirk. The duck tilted his head ever so slightly, and opened his beak as if he was about to say something, then thought better of it. A beat of silence, "hey," he murmured.