The Old Lady

She was an old lady. She was a grandma. She had a sneaky crab arm. Her other arm was normal and it was a mystery as to why her other arm was a crab arm and a further mystery still as to how it became a sneaky crab arm. But then again, maybe it had always been sneaky. Nobody ever really knew for sure.

the duck was blind

He wasn't sure why but he felt like he should fly even though he wasn't sure what direction he should even fly in.  All he knew was that he wanted to fly more than anything and he couldn't ever imagine wanting to stop.  He wasn't sure why but which ever direction he was flying in felt so right and he couldn't imagine ever wanting to even fly in any other direction.  He just wanted to fly and fly and fly and keeping on flying.  He didn't know who they were but they were flying near him and he liked that they were flying near him because it also felt so right even though he wasn't sure why.  And they were all flying in the same direction and he wasn't sure whether he was cooperating with them or if they were cooperating with him but he felt like he was a part of something that was a part of something that was bigger than himself and it felt more right than anything else he had ever done.  He wasn't sure why but he knew he was going in the right direction and this made him feel so happy.  The duck was blind but the duck could fly and as far as the duck was concerned, that was all that mattered.