The saga of Beethoven the duck began one summer day, when my brother Joel and I were in the process riding down the hill in front of our house as fast as possible on bikes. I was riding my newly purchased Free Spirit, while my brother was riding his old French ten speed. As was the custom, we raced down the first hill, across the field and down the second hill to the river. Needless …showed first 75 words of 692 total…

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