Today is Sunday.
It was not easy for Mrs. Mallard and her eight ducklings to go to the public garden. Before you could wink your eyelash, the ducklings fell into line, just as they had been taught. They swam across the river and waded ashore. Mrs. Mallard stepped out to cross the road. Honk, honk! Went the horns on the speeding cars. Mrs. Mallard and her ducklings quacked and quacked. They made such a loud noise that Michael came to see what had happened. He planted himself in the center of the road, raised one hand to stop the traffic. As soon as Mrs. Mallard and the ducklings were safe, on the other side and on their way down Mount Vernon Street, Michael rushed back to his police booth. He called to others policemen to help the Mallards crossing the street. The policemen held back the traffic, so Mrs. Mallard and the ducklings could march across the street. People looked at the amazing troop and smiled at them. And they marched right on into the public garden. When they went inside the gate, they turned round to say thank you to the policemen who smiled and waved goodbye. They reached the pond and met Mr. Mallard. The ducklings loved the place and stayed there.
