Once there was a worry-free place where ducks lived alongside Charles Potashner. Grammar wasn’t important, and the world stood still while also wiggling like shook jello. The only problem was how clean the air was. All the ducks loved the air so they would fly in from many miles away just to breathe it and swim around. Charles liked to watch the ducks and sometimes he would even take a swim in the pond with them. Flowers grew on the riverbanks and physics was taught from seven pm until sunrise. No one ever shouted. It was a peaceful and kind place. This peaceful and kind place was known as Simone. How long had Simone existed before the ducks and Charles Potashner arrived? That could be anyone’s guess, but I would think at least seven to eight seconds. Now we don’t bother to worry about things like that. The only person who understands the difference between a good idea and a good pancake could probably reveal more, but they have better things to do with their time. Though the ducks appreciated Charles and he loved the ducks dearly, they both carried on relatively independently most of the time. Their movements became clearer each year and with the passing of time, their resolutions increased. And so did their resolve. They grew and floated and summarised the Magna Carta. They travelled away from Simone and returned whenever it suited them. They were free and full of love and joy and respect. On the third Thursday of each month they would celebrate their birthdays–and so they aged very quickly. These birthdays were small affairs and happened mostly within the minds of the ducks and Charles. When they got old enough to fly they flew and when they got old enough to swim they swam. Mountains grew arms, and peaceful arid air tickled their nostrils with a small hand. Time was just going on without them, but it always returned. We believers see the self as an extension of the internet. The best way to make sure you get a sense of belonging is to be found. Ducks look the same as each other to the untrained eye, but like many frequent observers of ducks, Charles Potashner was able to tell them each apart. He observed their individual behaviours and imagined the lives they led when he was not around. Just then a tall oak tree began to sprout from the ground. This startled everyone. The earth shook and the moon glared down. You see, oak trees were not supposed to be in such a rush. The ducks seemed to have been expecting the oak tree.