Duck sat in the water, heart pounding, very much a normal duck. Reginald tucked his head back under his wing.
He tried it out loud. “Quack... pre?”
Duck looked at his simple webbed feet. They were just feet. His beak was just a beak. And for the first time, that felt like the most magical thing in the world. duck.quackpre
“What?”
Duck was horrified. He didn’t want to be compiled . He wanted to eat a snail. Duck sat in the water, heart pounding, very
Duck panicked. He flapped his wings, splashing water everywhere. Reginald the heron, who had been napping on one leg, snapped awake.
He decided not to quack for the rest of the day. Just in case. “Quack
“It’s not quack-pre ,” the heron said, picking up the stone with his beak and turning it over. On the back, in much smaller letters, it read: continued from side A.