First grade summer diary: three ducklings

Monday, August 2

Mom bought me three little ducks.

The duckling is as furry as a chicken, and I am afraid when I see it. Later, the little duck grew up. The ducks mostly stayed in a corner and were very dirty and could not wash away. My mother took a long brush. I put the detergent on the long brush and connected it to the faucet. The three ducks were washed clean. The duck nodded as if thanking me, screaming. It was really comfortable to take a bath. The ducks shook the water on the body, combed the feathers with water, yellow and yellow ankles, and the white feathers lit up in the sun.

Is my duck cute?