This morning I was driving out of my neighborhood. I stopped at the main road, which was filled with traffic. I knew I would have to wait a while to make my left turn onto Route 151. As I was waiting, I noticed some motion along the side of the road to my right. It was a small duck with five even smaller ducklings--little more than buff-colored puffballs--waddling along behind her along the side of busy Route 151.
They were heading behind my car, in order to cross the road I had just driven down. With no time to think, I unbuckled my seat belt, put on my flashers, opened my door and stood up just in time to catch the eye of a guy in a pickup truck making a right turn from 151 onto my street. I looked at him, held up my hand like a traffic cop, and said, "Stop!"
He stopped and said, "What?"
I pointed to the road, right in front of his bumper, where the six ducks waddled safely across the street.
His face softened.
"Cute," he said, with a grin.
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