"Do you know Professor Wilcox?" Tara asked me.
"Tara," I interrupted. "Do you hear dogs barking? Or ... okay, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I swear I hear ducks quacking."
We both took a minute to ponder the possibilities of ducks quacking in the middle of a small town in Iowa in late winter. "Well," Tara said slowly, "there's a dog barking across the street. I can see it."
I shook my head. "No, I just don't think that's it ... well, I don't know. Has it been barking for the last twenty minutes or so?"
Tara snapped her fingers. "I've got it. I bet Dad left his DVD player running when he went to the movie theatre. He left like a half hour ago."
"What movie was he watching?"
"Winged Migration."
My lips twitched. "Well, that would explain the ducks."
