“They’re coming!” Rod turned to Jeremy as ducks jostled and bobbed in the water. Five minutes later they swarmed around their legs and into the net preventing most from bolting out to sea.
“Gotcha!” cried Jeremy, grabbing an escapee by the neck. “Rod, behind you!” He shoved his catch into a bin-liner.
Rod swung around, grabbing the escapees. People cheered and laughed.
“Well,” said Rod as he held a yellow plastic duck in his hand, “another successful Duck Race! Always a crowd-puller.”