Every Sunday the ducks would waddle out of their houses and waddle down Main Street to their church. They waddled into the sanctuary and sat in their proper pews.
The duck choir waddled in and took its place, and then the duck minister came forward and opened the duck Bible.
He read to them…
Ducks! God has given you wings! With wings you can fly! With wings you can mount up and soar like eagles. No ...
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