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HOW THE DUCK GOT ITSWEBBED FEET
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By Abby Vanter
At the start of time, when barely hours had passed, all animals had found their habitats and were occupied building shelters and dens –all that is for a grand, indolent creature called Mallard.
In the quiet, untouched marshland, few species had claimed their territory. Instead of being fairly rule, the ducks had taken reign and were in charge of the other animals. Mallard, who was the head duck, treated any other creature as a slave.
Usually, Mallard was so lethargic that he would be transported on a lily-pad with other ducks carrying it! Most days, he would stare, self-absorbed, at his reflection in the waters of marks whilst eating aquatic plants retrieved for him by other drakes.
Since Mallard was very smug about his appearance, it I very surprising not to see him
In the quiet, untouched marshland, few species had claimed their territory. Instead of being fairly rule, the ducks had taken reign and were in charge of the other animals. Mallard, who was the head duck, treated any other creature as a slave.
Usually, Mallard was so lethargic that he would be transported on a lily-pad with other ducks carrying it! Most days, he would stare, self-absorbed, at his reflection in the waters of marks whilst eating aquatic plants retrieved for him by other drakes.
Since Mallard was very smug about his appearance, it I very surprising not to see him
admiring his orange, full triangle-shaped shaped feet or preening his feathers (an emerald green on his head and lush, chestnut feathers for his stout body).
Seeing himself as more important, Mallard would never think of other’s feelings, but only of what he though best. Due to this, when he stated the phrase, "Oh my!" It was not a pleasant phrase but a loathsome statement of something being unfashionable or disgusting. "Oh my!" was all that Mallard ever said. Not hello or goodbye. Just "Oh my!"
admiring his orange, full triangle-shaped shaped feet or preening his feathers (an emerald green on his head and lush, chestnut feathers for his stout body).
Seeing himself as more important, Mallard would never think of other’s feelings, but only of what he though best. Due to this, when he stated the phrase, "Oh my!" It was not a pleasant phrase but a loathsome statement of something being unfashionable or disgusting. "Oh my!" was all that Mallard ever said. Not hello or goodbye. Just "Oh my!"
On a Tuesday morning, Mallard approached a small pond with his two duck guards to gaze at himself. However, he was met with a surprise when he saw a minute gosling spattering murky water everywhere!
“Why don’t you come in Mallard?” the gosling questioned him, continuing to spray grey, foggy water around.
Goggling at him, Mallard made sarcastic noise and uttered loudly, “Oh my!”
In such a repulsive tone, it was no wonder the gosling swam off sobbing and feeling horrible about itself. Snorting, the duck hopped onto his lily-pad and they persisted on.
“Why don’t you come in Mallard?” the gosling questioned him, continuing to spray grey, foggy water around.
Goggling at him, Mallard made sarcastic noise and uttered loudly, “Oh my!”
In such a repulsive tone, it was no wonder the gosling swam off sobbing and feeling horrible about itself. Snorting, the duck hopped onto his lily-pad and they persisted on.
Next time they decided to stop, a baby-blue finch was scavenging the sandy floor for worms and bugs. Proud and confident, the Finch sprang around; Mallard raised an eyebrow in repugnance.
“Ya hungry Mallard?” Finch enquired through a mouthful of insects. Lurching back in disgust, Mallard shook his head impolitely.
“Oh my!” he jeered, gesturing his guards to fetch him a few berries.
Finch looked down at her muddy feet and open beak full of smashed, mushy invertebrates. Wailing and squawking "Rude!", the Finch hastily soared away.
Snickering, Mallard sat down and watched the ungraceful ripples on the water. Well, he wasn’t quite watching that. He was watching his reflection – exquisite, stunning, royal… and callous…
“Ya hungry Mallard?” Finch enquired through a mouthful of insects. Lurching back in disgust, Mallard shook his head impolitely.
“Oh my!” he jeered, gesturing his guards to fetch him a few berries.
Finch looked down at her muddy feet and open beak full of smashed, mushy invertebrates. Wailing and squawking "Rude!", the Finch hastily soared away.
Snickering, Mallard sat down and watched the ungraceful ripples on the water. Well, he wasn’t quite watching that. He was watching his reflection – exquisite, stunning, royal… and callous…
Next time they decided to stop, a baby-blue finch was scavenging the sandy floor for worms and bugs. Proud and confident, the Finch sprang around; Mallard raised an eyebrow in repugnance.
“Ya hungry Mallard?” Finch enquired through a mouthful of insects. Lurching back in disgust, Mallard shook his head impolitely.
“Oh my!” he jeered, gesturing his guards to fetch him a few berries.
Finch looked down at her muddy feet and open beak full of smashed, mushy invertebrates. Wailing and squawking "Rude!", the Finch hastily soared away.
Snickering, Mallard sat down and watched the ungraceful ripples on the water. Well, he wasn’t quite watching that. He was watching his reflection – exquisite, stunning, royal… and callous…
“Ya hungry Mallard?” Finch enquired through a mouthful of insects. Lurching back in disgust, Mallard shook his head impolitely.
“Oh my!” he jeered, gesturing his guards to fetch him a few berries.
Finch looked down at her muddy feet and open beak full of smashed, mushy invertebrates. Wailing and squawking "Rude!", the Finch hastily soared away.
Snickering, Mallard sat down and watched the ungraceful ripples on the water. Well, he wasn’t quite watching that. He was watching his reflection – exquisite, stunning, royal… and callous…
Dancing in the water, a winsome flamingo waltzed and dived in the pond. Unlike anywhere else in the marshland, this pool was glowing light blue and bathed in sunlight, which was filtering through the trees.
Mallard looked around, confused; he had never seen this place before.
“Coming in for a splash?” asked Flamingo, sinking underwater and leaping back up along with a fountain of water crystals.
“Oh my,” refused the mallard, un wanting to get wet. When flamingo saw the duck roll his eyes, she felt hurt and galloped away as quick as she could.
Smirking, Mallard got aboard his lily-pad and charged away, the sky falling into a sunset of pastel colours. No sooner had the last three fingers of sunlight slipped away, had the three, dejected animals planned a meeting.
Mallard looked around, confused; he had never seen this place before.
“Coming in for a splash?” asked Flamingo, sinking underwater and leaping back up along with a fountain of water crystals.
“Oh my,” refused the mallard, un wanting to get wet. When flamingo saw the duck roll his eyes, she felt hurt and galloped away as quick as she could.
Smirking, Mallard got aboard his lily-pad and charged away, the sky falling into a sunset of pastel colours. No sooner had the last three fingers of sunlight slipped away, had the three, dejected animals planned a meeting.
“We have to do something!” Finch declared, flapping his wings wildly. Hidden in the bathroom at the duck fortress, the tree miserable animals considered their options.
Stinking of gone-off shellfish, the animals had to hold their noses whilst discussing. Suddenly, the gosling blurted out, “Why don’t we destroy Mallard?”
Flamingo and Finch looked at him stupidly. No longer had they done so than had Flamingo come up with a flawless plan to stop Mallard from being so rude!
Stinking of gone-off shellfish, the animals had to hold their noses whilst discussing. Suddenly, the gosling blurted out, “Why don’t we destroy Mallard?”
Flamingo and Finch looked at him stupidly. No longer had they done so than had Flamingo come up with a flawless plan to stop Mallard from being so rude!