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How lucky I was to inherit a villa! Soon, I bought a tiny duckling for my pond. Quickly and with a smile, I named her Camilla. Together, we soon grew so fond. As I watched her wet her feathers yellow blonde. I built a dog-like box for it to rest. I threw small pieces of soft, wet bread until I gave her proper food that was full of zest. But soon, another tiny duckling came with a shrill. How happy they were as they learnt their drill. And Spring went, and soon it came again. The ducklings played, leaving ripples behind. The pond was then too small, and I built it in a pen. Until one day, I came, and not one bird I could find. Soon, they returned, but wow: three birds were outlined. Placed 2
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