The Lonely Quack

In the quiet corner of a fading autumn forest sat a small pond. The leaves had turned crisp and golden, falling gently into the still water. A lone duck floated on the surface, letting out soft, forlorn quacks. Its name was Quill, and it had no family, no flock. As the days grew colder, Quill's heart ached for companionship. One morning, as the chilly wind rippled the pond, Quill decided to leave and search for other ducks. Perhaps this was the day it would no longer feel so alone.