Weejars is the host of Photo Challenge
Use the above image as inspiration for a poem or short story.
Cold and wet, tired and exhausted she dragged herself out of that hole in the ice. The rest of the clan was very amused at her accident but she was furious.
“It wasn’t my fault, the ice was breaking before I stepped on it!“
Molly snickered and said, “oh sure, you can say that now”.
Just then with a loud noise more of the ice sheet cracked and the ducks, drakes, and the ducklings started to scramble to safely.
“See it wasn’t my fault, the ice is thin!” Gabby had to have the last word.