The Yellow Duck takes Cooking Classes

When the Yellow Duck went to the pond that afternoon, he couldn't help but laugh. Toad was squatting over two round stones with a spatula in one hand and a fork in the other.

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

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Toad said snidely. "I'm cooking scrambled eggs."

Five eggs sat on the stone. The Yellow Duck laughed even harder. "You didn't even crack the eggs! And you need milk to scramble them!"

"You don't know anything about cooking," Toad said, eyeballing his rock. "I wonder how you make the heat go higher."

"I do too know about cooking!" the Yellow Duck protested. "My mom taught me how to make scrambled eggs, toast, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

"You're both idiots,"Ms. Fish yawned. "I can cook in my sleep."

"What can you cook?" Toad growled as he tapped an egg gently. To his horror, a fine crack appeared.

"I can make seaweed salad, seaweed bread, duckweed muffins and stewed leaf and rock soup," Ms. Fish replied haughtily as Toad hopped around in vain trying to scoop up the egg now oozing down the rock.

"That doesn't sound appetizing," the Yellow Duck said.

"You don't sound very appetizing," Ms. Fish retorted.

"That didn't even make any sense!" Toad said, rolling his eyes. He checked the back of the rocks to make sure they were plugged in.

The Yellow Duck had a brilliant idea. "What if we take cooking classes?" he asked excitedly.

"I don't need cooking classes," Toad said, as he delicately tried to coax one egg back onto the rock.

"I'm a master chef," Ms. Fish primly replied. Toad lost hold of his egg and it fell to the ground, splattering him in the face.

He looked up at the Yellow Duck with yellow yolk running down his face. "It might be a good idea," he muttered. "Where would we take cooking classes?"

"Ms. Cow teaches them by the old barn," the Yellow Duck said. "We could sign up and start on Thursday!"

In the end, that's what they decided to do. When Thursday came, the three friends found themselves face to face with a bowl, a spoon and several ingredients.

"This looks complicated," Ms. Fish admitted.

"Should we leave?" Toad asked.

The Yellow Duck wasn't sure.....

To be continued........................................