I watched them fall into the eddy before us like snowflakes out of a winter storm, the cupped wings, the extended bright legs, green heads glistening in the sunlight. They side-slipped and funneled from above, dropping in until it seemed that the river was covered with mallards. And so I let the old lab go once more, for one last retrieve, one last duck. When he got it, he didn't come right back, he waded out to a little mud flat and just stood there for a moment, catching his wind. Mike and Rich said we ought to go get him, but I stopped them. Ram was enjoying it. He stayed there for a while with ducks in the air above him and decoys bobbing ever so slightly in the sun. He savored the moment as I was doing, remembering. There were so many memories... and now we were down to the last one. Used Book in Good Condition
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