- Don't want to carry water every day, I do not want to do it forever ...
The mallard went freely down the channel and she looked at the animal with a little envy, in her daydream she also floated on a piece of wood, going to the unknown.

-   I do not want to carry more this jug, I'm tired.

In fact, it'd not always be the same.

- Won't last forever!,-  she repeated to herself.

Someday it will change, she knew.

The waterwheel squeaked in its tiresome turn and at each new glance, the duck was moving away more and more, dancing in the water.