A Feathered Friend

A Feathered Friend Story

Little Quacker, oh so sweet,
Lived in a lake, a perfect retreat.
He loved to swim and splash with glee,
But often felt so lonely, you see.

One day, he saw a sight so grand,
A flamingo, standing on the sand.
With legs so long and neck so curved,
Quacker wondered if he’d ever observed.

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“Hello there,” Quacker quacked with cheer,
“What brings you here, my friend so dear?”
The flamingo, with a gentle smile,
Said, “I’m just walking, for a while.”

“I’m Quacker,” he introduced with pride,
“This lake is where I make my hide.”
The flamingo nodded, “It’s a place,
So lovely, filled with nature’s grace.”

“But I feel lonely,” Quacker sighed,
“No one to play with, by my side.”
The flamingo felt the same, it’s true,
“I’m lonely too, just me and you.”

“Let’s be friends,” Quacker said with glee,
“And share this lake, wild and free.”
The flamingo agreed, with a happy cheer,
“Together, we’ll have nothing to fear.”

So Quacker and Flamingo, side by side,
Spent their days, with joy and pride.
They swam and played, and talked and laughed,
And found that friendship was the best craft.

One day, they saw a flock of ducks,
Swimming and splashing, oh so much.
“Let’s join them,” Quacker said with glee,
“And make more friends, wild and free.”

The ducks welcomed them with open wings,
And soon they joined in, singing and flinging.
No longer lonely, they were content,
With friends new found, a happy blend.