The Yellow Duck Makes a Scrapbook

When the Yellow Duck headed to the pond in the afternoon, he was surprised to see Ms. Fish sitting on the shore in her bowl with several papers and photos spread around her. Toad was perched on a tree limb watching her with interest.

"What are you doing?" the Yellow Duck asked.

"I'm making a scrapbook," Ms. Fish said. "Do you want to make one?"

"I don't know," the Yellow Duck said, sitting down to watch her. "What do they do?"

"You put some pictures on a page, like this," she demonstrated. "Then you paste some decorations on there, like this. Then you write what the pictures are about on this piece of paper. You can write how you were feeling, something funny that happened, things like that. Then, you paste them all on the piece of paper and put them in the book. Then you go on to the next one."

"That's fascinating," the Yellow Duck said, looking amazed. "How can I make one?"

"Just get some pictures and paper, and some decorations if you want," Ms. Fish said.

"I'm going to put crushed flies and mosquitoes on mine!" Toad boasted proudly. "I'm going to glue cockroach wings and dead leaves to the cover. Then I'm going to give it to my mom."

"Ew," Ms. Fish said, looking disgusted. "She won't want that!"

"She will too!" Toad bellowed. "You don't know what you're talking about because you're a stupid girl!"

"So is your mom," Ms. Fish replied snottily.

"Oh," Toad said, stumped. He hadn't thought of that.

"So I should just bring some pictures tomorrow?" the Yellow Duck said quickly.

"Yes," Ms. Fish said. The next day, the Yellow Duck brought paper, glue, scissors, and pictures to the pond. The three friends sat quietly making their scrapbooks. Toad gleefully crushed bugs and smeared them on the pages, while Ms. Fish delicately attached pictures.

"Mine is the best," Ms. Fish boasted, holding up her glitter and rhinestone covered scrapbook.

"No it's not," Toad argued, holding up his scrapbook, which was covered in dead leaves and old feathers. "Mine is awesome. It even smells bad!"

"I like all of ours," the Yellow Duck said. "Let's go give them to our moms!" The three friends raced home to present each mother with their own scrapbook, who were all equally delighted. Toad's mother grinned over her son's molting gift, Ms. Fish's mom cooed over the shiny book and the Yellow Duck's mother gasped with pleasure over his neat and colorful scrapbook. "Thank you, Yellow Duck!" she cried, flipping through the scrapbook with a smile. "This is a wonderful scrapbook." "I'm glad you like it," the Yellow Duck smiled. Making scrapbooks was fun. He couldn't wait to create some more memories for one!