Sara was doing the morning chores, the spring air blowing in from the open windows. As Sara made her way around her small house, she heard the sound of tiny footprints. She turned around, and there, at her feet, was a tiny, yellow, duck. Sara gasped, not expecting it, and the baby duck let out the tiniest quack. Smiling, Sara kneeled down at it, and placed her left hand onto the floor, resulting in the duck standing on her palm. She slowly lifted it, to get a better view at the small duck.

As she was looking at it, she heard the frantic quack of a much louder duck nearby. She looked towards her open door, the green grass flowing in the wind. Sara let out a small smile, the duck must’ve gotten lost and wondered its ways here. She stood watching the duck in her hand, let out a tiny quack again. She made her way out onto the field, towards the lake that was a few feet from her tiny cottage. Once she had gotten close enough, she saw A white duck, looking around frantically, and quacking repeatedly. She kneeled once she got as close as she could, and placed her left hand on the ground, resulting in the baby duck to get off, and run off towards its mom. Sara watched at the duck reunited with its family, and she smiled, reminiscing over the time that she reunited with her own family, reminding herself that she needed to see them again.