Ducks

The other night I saw some ducks in a mostly-frozen pond. There was only a little bit of space where they could swim. I thought they should've flown South or something, but apparently these ones had decided to settle right where they were. They looked cold and miserable, so I tried to help them. I started stepping on the ice with the intention of breaking it. I found that the only sections of ice that I could break were near the ducks' hole. They looked frightened when I started stepping on their ice to break it, but I think they were grateful. After a little bit I decided that stepping on ice with the intention of breaking it in sub-freezing temperatures might be dangerous, so I stopped.