WWJ VIII ~ Things That Go "Quack" In The Night

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In the little, out-of-the-way village of Ducktapia, situated on the shores of Wereduck Pond, legend and myth are a money making enterprise. Tourists and travelers passing through the quaint little town drop their coin in the kitschy gift shops selling angry looking stuffed ducks and lurid tales of murder and mayhem. There is a sign posted on the edge of town that reads, “Ask Not for Whom the Duck Quacks, It Quacks for Thee.”

No one who lives in Ducktapia truly believes in the old tales of evil that lurk in the pond -- it’s all campfire stories and children’s games. The motley assortment of species that dwell in this most singular of villages -- hobbits, dwarves, men, elves, and the odd reformed orc -- blissfully fish, swim, and occasionally jet ski in the cool waters of Wereduck Pond.

Yet, hark, for from the darkest depths of the deepest puddle comes a quack, quack, quacking. Out from a nest of unspeakable evil waddles a creature so foul even the Ringwraiths fear the flap of its wing. A creeping disease drips from its bill of doom, infecting those who were once fair, turning them fowl like unto itself. Even as it creeps back to the hell from whence it came, it leaves in its wake the spawn of its general unpleasantness.

Beware!

Beware its devil eyes and loathsome down, for they mean death, despair, and doom to all.

Who are these creatures, once upstanding and trustworthy, now twisted and dark? Who now prey on their fellow villagers? Which of them waddles among us?

Sadly, these questions must go unanswered, nay, unasked, until death slaps its clammy, webbed foot down upon the neck of the first victim.

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