' Yack yack yack,' said the duck as it waddled along .It came out of the tree and moved toward my picnic table .I stopped eating and gave it a piece of bread .It wouldn't take it .
' What am I a vegetatian ,' it yack . I'd offered it my fish instead .Then a piece of meat from a bear it ate that .It smiled at me again .I then had to laughed at it and it laughed too .
' What day is it ? '
I said Wednesday it smiled .' Good it wasn't meatless tuesday .' I laugh .
