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  • Whisper
  • Bluejayflyingfree
  • Starflight
  • AwkwardShadowThoughts(Aelin)
  • Wessa-or-Jessa?(Mai)
  • Bernice Darkcat
  • The Keeper of the Lost Cities

Once upon a time, a duck... Edit

Flew up and sat on his marshmellow cloud. Taking out his usual teacup, he noticed something off about it.

There were several symbols on it. Were those letters? They read: Indefinite Being.

Indefinite being? What was that? Without thinking, the duck gulped down the tea. Flying down to his rainbow marshmallow house, he fell asleep.

Waking up the next morning, he felt...different.

But what was different about him? He looked at his wings and shrieked. They were made of Pop-Tarts. No joke, every feather had been replaced by a Pop-Tart! He then screamed and screamed and screamed and then he woke up.

The duck looked at his wings. No Pop-Tarts. Good. He leapt out of bed and hit the ground. What happened? He looked at his feet and shrieked again, his feet having turned to a fish tail. He flopped and flopped and flopped out his door, flapping his wings and hitting stuff. He then fell out of his front door, which now had no land on the other side of it. He fell through the cotton candy clouds, screeching and screeching until he woke up.

The duck looked at his feet. They were flippers again. Normal. He felt that jolt that you feel when you are falling through the air in a dream, or when you've eaten too many lightbulbs. Groaning, the duck fell out of his duck bed and quacked good morning. Only it wasn't a quack. He...he sounded like a cow! What was wrong with this? When he tried to quack, all that he could do was MOO! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"Maybe if I eat a lightbulb, I'll feel better," the duck mooed. So he went down to his duck kitchen to eat a lightbulb (they were his favorite food and he had a refrigerator full of them, as well as jelly beans and poisoned milk and grapes.) As he was waddling down the stairs, he fell. Again! He fell and meowed in despair. Wait a second. The duck was MEOWING NOW???? Oh no! Would the assorted sounds ever stop?

The answer was: they wouldn't. the poor duckie was barking now. What else did he have? Maybe some play-doh?

At the bottom of the stairs, he saw a cloaked figure with a pancake and maple syrup on it’s head. “I am Woman Man”, said the figure. ”And your flying panda just ruined my appearance.” The panda in question was hiding in the giant lightbulb.

The duck suddenly started to roar.

A knock on the door. The duck waddled over to open it. It was Nancy. Nancy was another resident duck on MARSHMALLOW cloud. “Hey, Duck. What’s all the ruckus?”

CROAK! Duck reached for his throat. But instead of the feathers on his wing, a tentacle instead was wrapped around his skinny neck. He started choking. Nancy quickly untangled him.

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