The Duck

Amidst the lively hustle and bustle along the Spree, where the sun played tag with the waves and the grass swayed gently in the wind, strode a brightly colored duck with the attitude of a supermodel on the runway. Its feathers shimmered in every imaginable color of the rainbow, and it waddled with a confidence that would make even the flamingos jealous.

As an ambitious photographer in search of the perfect shot, I couldn't resist the temptation to capture this extravagant duck on film. Armed with my camera, I crept closer, ready to snap the epic photo of the century.

But the brightly colored duck seemed to see through my intentions. Before I could press my finger on the shutter, it raised its beak as if to say, "Not today, dear photographer!" In a brief moment of luck, I managed to take two pictures of it before it reclaimed its royal privacy.

With a wink and a shake of my head at my plight, I retreated, while the brightly colored duck continued to feast triumphantly as if nothing had happened. And me? I had to content myself with the fact that my two pictures only scratched the surface of the legend of this incomparable duck, but could never fully capture its beauty.