The Park, Thursday Morning

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It had been quite a while since Aziraphale had taken the time to visit the pond in the park, and he was surprised to see how fast the ducklings were growing. Settling onto his favorite bench with a contented sigh, he stretched out his legs to let the wee ducklings brood on his feet, and opened up the paper sack of scones he'd brought along.

[ooc: The park is open for all your park-type needs.]