Ah I have chosen you fiction simply because of your entertainment. One bright sunny day a baby duck was swimming about in the water and he said, "my lake is as big as the world itself as I may fancy". He swam and he had a good time. Then the next day came and he woke up and took a daily walk on the grassy land and he though, "thank goodness Rosemary's baby barnacle isn't a thing out here". and so then on he played and played out on the grassy land until he got hungry and he went and got himself some duckweed. So he ate and he ate until his tiny tummy got full then he took a nap by the lake. He thought then this is a good duck life. Suddenly a big brown and white devil in the sky came out of nowhere and swooped down and took a duck out with quick precision and flew away. Leaving the duck doing a dying sounding QUAK QUAK QUAK, all the way up to the devil's nest. The duckling thought that bird is as cold hearted as Satin. So he ran to find a place to hide because he got afraid that he might be next. He hid for hours even what felt like was going to be a year he kept hiding and growing up on his own. Thus he was an orphan because of tis that devil witch seemed like an angel in the sky. He heard that occasionally this evil bird took out ducks left and right. Demise after cold hearted demise the bird not stopping just keeps on going for one meal after another of ducks. The duck still a duckling thought that this horror will never end, never stop, that there was no off switch, that there was no hope for the poor ducks of duck kind. But he kept hiding and hoping something might happen. Night fall came and he carefully came out for the first time he played on the grassy field. Then he took a nap by the lake until he woke up and was hungry so he went and ate and ate and ate until his tiny tummy was full and he couldn't eat anymore. Then he thought my life is as boring as an old goat's. He decided to play in the water for awhile. One morning the duckling woke up to a distant sound he never heard before. It was like, HONK HONK HONK! He thought my what is that sound but as he came out two big Canadian geese were rapidly honking as they came in for a landing. Then more came and more until there were several hundred of them. A miracle happened the ducks that survived came out for the protection of these geese the relentless warriors saw the brown and white devil heading for one of the goslings and they tore after that bird and brought it to its super sudden demise and to the days going on the ducks including the duckling lived to tell the story of the amazing heros that they sacredly love and adore the Canadian geese as for the eagle paid his debt for the evil deeds he has done over his years of brutal duck eating and thankfully will not continue on that since his death.