Meka can't figure out what smells so bad. A lesson on who you choose as friends.
|Somewhere in the world is a curious little forest. In the center of this curious little forest is a curious little meadow. In the center of this curious little meadow is a curious little pond. And right there in the center of Curious lives a little duck named Meka.
This morning Meka woke up and stretched his tail feathers like he did every morning. He looked up in the morning sky like he did every day when he woke up. And like every morning he quacked his best quack and said, "Good morning, God!"
Meka took in a deep breath of air to smell the early morning meadow flowers, which usually was one of Meka's favorite things about the morning. Today, however, was different. Instead of the sweet, happy smell that the flowers made in the morning, Meka smelled something not so nice. This smell was horrible, awful, disgusting. It was a smelly smell.