How Animals Talk 



the farthest ends of the pond was up and away in 

 a wild tumult of quacking. 



Only one of these birds had seen me, and that 

 one probably had no notion of what she had 

 glimpsed in the grass. It was a round thing 

 with eyes, and it moved a second time that was 

 enough for the old hen-duck, and the others did 

 not stop to ask any questions. 



