Feeding the Ducks

It was Sunday morning.Mary Bruce was looking out of the win-dow of her flat. In the distance she could see the trees in the park. Ithad been freezing for several days and the trees were covered with frost.Jim Bruce entered the room. ‘What are we going to do today, Mary?’he asked. ‘Let’s go for a walk in the park,’ Mary answered. ‘I believethe lake is frozen. Let’s go and feed the ducks. The poor creature