Chapter 1
Upon entering the room, one could feel the atmosphere of comfort. A brick fireplace filled the room with warmth and light. There was a bookcase in the corner with a bunch of books . There was a soft red armchair near the fireplace, in which a duck was sitting with glasses and a very serious look. The bird was reading a book that was a little bigger than herself.
– "Quack?" – the duck suddenly looked at the unexpected guest.
–Quack?" she "said" again, as if asking something.
– "Quack?!" – this little creature with big glasses was already running out of patience. The little girl was waiting for an answer .
- "Uh... quack?" – the guest replied.
The duck looked at him like he was an idiot. Then she closed the book she had been reading a couple of minutes ago and looked at the man again.
– "And about you people, quack, they also write that you are supposedly intelligent creatures, quack," the bird began to speak in human language, but sometimes quacking between words.
The guest took a couple of steps back . He looked very surprised, because every duck will start talking to you.
- "AAAAAAH! A TALKING DUCK!" he shouted, pointing with his index finger at the bird that was wearing glasses and with a book 🤓
- "Quack...no need to shout so loudly, quack," she calmly replied to the man.
"BUT DUCKS CAN'T TALK LIKE HUMANS!!!"
- "Why can't they, quack? They can, quack!" she replied, already as if angry at the man.
He suddenly began to approach closer to the bird, but cautiously, afraid that this crumb would bite him. Ohhh...How can you be afraid of them ?( ∵ )┌
"A talking duck... heh..hehehe," the guest said nervously, coming closer and closer.
–Quack, sit down!" the bird ordered sharply.
He stopped and looked at the carpet under his feet. After that, the duck told him to sit on the floor, on the carpet, near the fireplace.
- "Z.. For what?" the man asked her, getting comfortable on the carpet.
"Tell me, quack, , do you like to read books?" she suddenly asked.
"Not really..." he answered .
- "Quack, quack, quack, that's bad. Reading is useful, quack"
"I know....but....Is it boring somehow?"
- "Quack, you didn't find any books interesting for you, man! Let me introduce you to my book!" the little girl with glasses suggested.
She opened the right page and began to read:
– «...Quack, it's hard to be a duck writer, quack. Nobody, quack, takes you seriously, quack..." – mallard read something from the book and looked at her listener.
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"Why are you looking at me like that? It says so there!" Said the duck
"No one even wants to listen to me, the talking duck! There is no one to read my work!" the bird cried.
- "Come on, duck! Keep going! I'm listening to you!"
"... during the day, this little writer read books about princes and princesses, about war and peace, about rich and poor people. And at night I wrote my stories! ..." the little girl continued to read.
– "Did she read many books?" the listener asked questions.
- 'Yes! She loves to read!"
"And then what happened to her?"
"And at night she was sad, because her only friends were books..."
