Two Ducks and a Donkey

What I saw driving down the road today.

The animal farm of North Rear Road.

The animal farm on North Rear Road is flooded. The pond is usually on the small side but because of last night's rain, it has turned into a small lake. Now there is a small mud trail clinging to the fence-lined banks. There are many animals on the farm. There are goats, chickens, donkeys and a variety of ducks. All are walking in a clockwise fashion around the watering hole. Every animal is covered in mud except for two ducks. These two didn't want to swim in the muddy water. They didn't want to walk on the muddy bank. Instead, these two ducks went for a ride on a donkey's back. I never saw how they got there. Whether they landed or jumped off the barn roof. Around and around they went. I don't know if the Uber donkey eventually dropped them off at the trough or if they were sightseeing. I drove away and thought I should have taken a picture nobody is going to believe this.

Metaphorically speaking, the image of a big beautiful bill and an ass fits. Walking around in circles throwing mud and getting washed up at the same time works too.

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