Fred and Ted

Once upon a time there was a duck named Fred.

One day he thought to himself, "I haven't seen my friend Ted lately" and flew over to Ted's nest.

Ted was a goose.

"Hi, Ted," quacked Fred. "Do you want to do something today?"

"Sure Fred," honked Ted. "I was thinking I'd go over by the big pine tree and look for bugs to eat. There's always good bugs over by the big pine tree."

"Sounds good to me, Ted," said Fred, and off the flew, soaring through the air, quacking and honking, and showing off to each other, doing turns and spins and loops.

After way more flying than was necessary, they arrived at the big pine.

They started looking around, searching for bugs, and, well, there just weren't any.

"Well gosh, Fred," honked Ted. "What now?"

"You know where there are always bugs? The old maple. Always good bugs over there," replied Fred. And off they went.

Fred was right, too - lots of yummy, crunchy, wiggly bugs to eat. And they ate, and ate, and ate, then they relaxed with full bellies and empty heads, until it started to get dark.

"Oh, we need to get home," one of them said, and the other replied, "yes, we do, it's getting dark."

So off they both flew, back to their nests, stuck their little duck head (or bigger goose head) under their little duck wing (or bigger goose wing) and fell asleep, dreaming of bugs and stars in the moonlight.