Once upon a time there was a duck, his name was Sir Charles Duckheimer III. He was a very stuck up duck who was very proud of his beautiful green-feathered head. He would make fun of all of the other ducks because they only ate things he hated. Whenever people would come by and throw pieces of stale bread into the pond, Sir Charles would always take the very biggest pieces of bread while the other ducks got the little moldy crumbs. One day the humans started to catch on and threw the biggest, finest looking piece of stale bread. Well, of course Sir Charles swam straight towards it, even though they threw it to the other side of the pond from where he was. He was so greedy that he swam over and took a huge bite of it, and all of his teeth fell out. "It seems that this bread was very magical" Sir Charles said with the wind whistling through his broken teeth. All of the other ducks laughed.
~me, I don't know how old. Hopefully old enough to to know that ducks don't have teeth. As you can see, I was kind of a weird kid.
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Children's stories
RandomThis is a collection of stories written by me or my siblings when I was young. Don't ask what we were thinking. I have no idea. Some of them are unfinished.
