A strange encounter
When I was at home last Sunday with nothing to do, I decided to go for a walk around Porretta.
On the road leading to the centre of the town, there’s a little bridge that crosses over the Reno River, which runs right through the middle of the town.
It’s a favourite place for children to play and they often watch the herons, ducks and other birds that live on or near the river.
My grandfather often took me there to watch the ducks and sometimes we would feed them.
Well, in a somewhat melancholy state of mind, I instinctively stopped on the bridge - not to commit suicide, mind you, but just in remembrance of my grandfather - when suddenly I saw a small brightly-coloured duck dashing about and shooing away all the others.
It was just awful!
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