The duck felt bewildered. One of those giants that stomped around on two legs had thrown a stick at him. Though they had wildly missed him, it was enough to be disconcerting. He had been happily floating on the water and even let out a few contented quacks, and then all of a sudden the creature had thrown the large stick his way while uttering some weird loud noise. Did he know the creature? Why was this creature so angry and displeased with him? Had he upset it some way? He floated on the water quietly and pondered his actions. What had led to this?
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I thought I would take a short break from my 13 Days of Samhain posts and write this.
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #102.
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