Ayaan, a baby boy with a head full of dark curls and bright, curious eyes, sat on the soft grass by the pond. Around him waddled a group of fluffy ducks, their feathers glistening in the morning light. [@ch_1]Ayaan[/@ch_1_d]"Quack, quack,"[/@ch_1_d] he mimicked the ducks with a giggle, clapping his chubby hands in delight.

One particularly friendly duck, with a patch of brown feathers on its head, nibbled gently at Ayaan's shoelaces. "Ducky!" he exclaimed, reaching out to stroke its soft back. The duck quacked happily and waddled closer, encouraging Ayaan to join their playful antics.

Ayaan watched with fascination as the ducks lined up and began to waddle towards the pond. Determined to follow, he pushed himself up, his legs wobbling as he tried to imitate their movements. "Waddle, waddle," he repeated, his voice filled with determination and joy.

With a gleeful shriek, Ayaan plopped down beside the water, his tiny feet dipping into the cool pond. The ducks swam around him, their movements graceful and inviting. "Splash, splash," he shouted, kicking his feet and sending droplets into the air, which glistened like tiny diamonds in the sunlight.

The brown-patched duck swam closer, resting its head on Ayaan's knee. "Friend," he whispered, his heart swelling with happiness. The ducks seemed to understand, their soft quacks echoing the sentiment as they nuzzled against him.

As the day drew to a close, Ayaan lay back on the grass, surrounded by his feathered friends. He watched the sky change colors, feeling a deep sense of peace and belonging. "Good ducks," he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as he drifted into a gentle nap, cradled by the warmth of friendship and the wonders of nature.