As you can imagine, one of the problems with floating hundreds of little rubber duckies down a woodsy river is that they get caught on things. Consequently, some bystanders tried to help dislodge the duckies that started washing up on the riverbank.
(The poor man standing next to me actually slipped on the mud and fell into the river in a failed attempt to do this.)
But we bystanders didn’t need to rescue the duckies. There were Boy Scouts in canoes!
“What are you doing?” they asked.
“Un-sticking the duckies!” the bystanders yelled back.
“You don’t need to do that!” the scouts replied. “That’s our job! Don’t worry about it!”
I wonder how long it took to clean up all those duckies.
