Bit by bit

Two, no three ducks walk through the town gate, heading towmoamts. See them, see why the white parts of their plumage in the shadows They have walked all the way over from the river.

Approach the gate, the big arch. The ducks turn about face and head beach towards the river, back towards the grassy space aromr the weather station. There is a single duck waiting at the edge of the grass. When the three others get there, all four head on to the weather station, quacking in a satisfied way. What was all that a lout.

At the bus stop wish dolores a good Morning. The boy cotton man, he answers cuitt a bright good morning,

Dolores does not look sad at all. She has never tan so happy-looking in the morning.