I went to a pond this week. It was very nice, it had lily pads, cattails, and everything! It even had a sign at the entrance stating that there was no fishing allowed. I looked ahead and saw two kids leaving with fishing rods. Clearly, they hadn’t read the sign.
I headed towards the water. There were quite a lot of Mallards there, many of which were sub-adults. They still chirped instead of quacking! A raft of ducks began to swim towards me and eventually they reached the shore and got on. Noticeably, one of the Mallards kept tripping over itself. I realized that it had a fishing line rapped around its leg! Luckily, the hook didn’t cut into the duck’s leg, only trailing along. I grabbed onto the line and as the duck moved away, the line became loose and fell off. The Mallard didn’t seem to have been harmed, thank goodness! The family of Mallards then continued on into the water. A job well done.
I tell you, it was perfect timing. Just as I got there, the ducks swam to me. They must have known I could help.
As for the line, I removed the it from the pond and took it home. It won’t be an annoyance to the ducks any more.