Unexpected move - because of love

On that day, I patrolled the streets of Vancouver as usual, the weather was very clear, and as usual, the vehicles flowed. It was on this day that I was deeply imprinted in my heart. When I was quiet, my memory always came to my mind.

I am just an ordinary patrolman, working in a more prosperous place - there are more jewelry stores and banks here, and the chances of thieves are absolutely high. But nothing is going on today, everything is safe and a boring day, I think so.

But I was wrong. A very interesting thing was in front of me: a big black-and-white-cheeked duck with a group of curious ducklings swaying across the road in a clumsy manner. These guys who seem to be stupid and stupid are causing traffic jams. Fortunately, I am not a traffic policeman - can't I give a ticket to the ducks?

So I decided to ignore this matter.

I don't know how long it took. I suddenly noticed that something was biting my trouser leg. I looked down - it was the big duck! It seems to be dragging me somewhere. Then it swayed to a sewer, but just after a few steps, it found that I didn't keep up, and hurriedly ran back to continue dragging. It slammed its wings in a hurry, and the eyes showed eagerness, perhaps with a little bit of begging. It dragged me until I stepped forward and was willing to run down the waterway again. This time, I also followed the sewer. Through the iron bars, I can see a few pieces of egg-yellow scorpions contaminated with muddy water - the group of ducklings! My heart violently jumped, regardless of the cover of the sewer. The little duck that didn't fall down screamed with small wings and screamed with a light voice. I tried to move my body forward and stretched my hand forward. Finally, my right hand touched the wet hair. I was excited in my heart. With two fingers and one clip, I picked up the little duck that was half-dead by the sewage, and hurriedly went to catch one... At this time, my eyes glimpsed the mother duck. Keep the little ducks I just picked up underneath and stuff them into their thick white feathers.

When I picked up the last duckling, it was dying, and there was no sign of life. The mother duck quickly dragged it to the bottom, but it was already late, and the duckling slept forever.

The female duck is still licking the duckling that has died in her mouth - it certainly won't have any reaction. This is absolute. For a long time, the female duck understood it and sadly left with the duckling.

All the people who stood by and watched were shocked by the scene in front of them.

Fifth grade: Zhang Jiaxuan