eende by loch tay

B y the time of my first day off i was bally exhausted, as it was a continious struggle to give people who came in for a meal the food they deserved. To me, if you five a servrice to the public, and they pay for that service, you try and give them your best, and Anne just could not grasp that. She was out on making money as fast as she could, and basta with the rest. I have noticed that the guests, who were mostly German and Dutch this time of the year book in, and a few minutes later some of them came downand stating  that they were not happy, and wanted to book out. This was unknown to me, and I was becoming anxious, as my job will be gone if they lose all there guests.
But in the meantime i just did my best,and couldn't wait for my days off. I decided to drive to killin first, get some of the throw away barberques, and then just drive around and find some new and interesting things, but first i stopped at a picnic place on the banks of loch tay to see how my little duck there were doing.
The first time I went to this spot there were only this one wee duck, and she was extremely lonely, as when I stopped, she came waddling up, and stood quacking at me , and thinking she was hungry, I threw her some cake crumbs.
I walked along the banks of loch Tay for a while, as I am always looking for small pieces of pottery, as I was going to make a mosaic when I had enough. I have already found some really nice pieces.
The little duck followed me all the time, quacking conversationly at my heels, so I talked back to her, happy that nobody could hear me,
The next time, after about six weeks when I went again, my duck had found herself a mate, and the two looked very happy and in love, and both followed me around, quacking happily. I left two very contented ducks when I came to see them before I left the previous year.
I was not happy when I went this time, another drake had joined the two, and as they started following me, the third one followed them, and from the sounds ans hisses this two males made, I deduced that they were enemies, and maybe fighting for the ladies's hand.
And I was right, as the third duck kept on coming closer and closer, and when I went back to the car, I heard a heck of a commotion behind me, and on turning, saw the two males fighting it out, hissing I think what must have been all kinds of threats and obscenities to each other, while my little duck stood alone, looking very worried indeed.