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1.
The
lake surface shimmered with the twilight; giving it a silvery glare that was
intertwined with the fleeting colors of the legged inhabitants. Some of the
inhabitants took their places among the bushes or below the branches while
others took to their night migration to other breeding grounds. There was one
clan numbering more than two hundred which occupied a section of the lake area.
They are organized with the ranks among the clan. The perimeter was occupied by
the elected members to maintain security and intercept any uninvited creatures
from the ground or above level. They are trained to work in teams of four; they
are named the sentries. Inside the perimeter were the legionnaires; the elite
formation which are used in battles with the others, while behind them were the
others like the staff and young’s. In the center, there were the elected clan
leaders; and among the seven, one was given the rank of Emperor.
The
Emperor was Harold ‘El Gluck’ d’Duck; an old veteran of over sixteen seasons
that spawned a lineage of almost one quarter of the clan. The elderly duck was
over two feet high with the feathers trimmed and daily preening by the
stewards. The older mallard have a white
neck-ring which separated the green head from its chestnut-brown chest,
contrasts with the gray sides, brownish back, black rump and black upper- and
under-tail coverts. The speculum is violet-blue bordered by black and white,
and the outer tail feathers are white. The bill is yellow to yellowish-green
and the legs and feet are coral-red. It had a nick on its right side which
was a battle scar when an eagle talon swiped at it.
The
King was guarded by a handful of warriors that was to be his personal guards. The
guards were led by one named Commander Othello. It was not of one Mallard’s
finest but it survived nine seasons over two dozen battles fighting bill for
bill with the best warriors. Othello was never fully accepted by the others for
it had a dark streak on its neck ring unlike the others which were white but
its bravery and skills earned the respect of the Emperor. It served the Emperor
without questions or doubt in loyalty. Othello had its own battle scars with
the slight limb of the left webbed paddle, and the missing left eye from a
rooster sneak attack. The commander had worked from the ranks; a duckling to it
current rank. It was not of one of the Emperor’s offspring but it served the
King like his own.
On
that evening, the Emperor left the comfort of the nesting for a secret rendezvous
at the far side of the lake.
“Juliet,
where art thou?” Emperor El Gluck quaked out in its raspy vocal chords. It was
a notch below the minus D key if one understood musical chords. The old bird
steps out of the bush and wadded onto the lake banks. It looked to the
stretches of the lake banks for its mate of the evening. It soon caught sight
of the living dream among its current batch of consorts.
Juliet
was a splendor to El Gluck sight. A mallard unrivalled with the mottled brownish color complete with the
violet speculum bordered by black and white. The crown of the head was dark
brown with a dark brown stripe running through the eye giving it a seductive
aura when stared at. The remainder of the head is lighter brown than the upper
body. The shade of brown was not like any but with tinge of blonde to the shade
to deliver off an alluring sexy preen to it. The pouty bill was shaded orange
splotched with light brown, and the legs and feet were orange with a slight
shade of yellow.
“Romeo…” Juliet quaked out with its melodic
vocal that quivered within its quacks. “I have waited for too long.”
The female Mallard turned its body away while
its wings spread out to flap off the evening mist. It was such a sexy sight for
the older Mallard then. It showed in its bill which had turned greenish yellow.
El Gluck wadded over on its hurried steps on the soft grounds of the lake bank.
“I brought you an earthworm.” El Gluck showed
the other duck the wriggling worm on its bill. It was a sizeable one compared
to some of those captured by his stewards.
“Romeo…”Juliet was impressed by the gift but
modesty called for feigned excuses. “I can’t take that. You must consume it
yourself. Or one of your other …”
“Juliet, there are none others besides you that
I have …” El Gluck held it’s vocal while it looked around. The lake area looked
secluded. “I have only my bill for you.”
“Oh, Romeo.” Juliet turned to look at the older
duck. It may be older but who cares. In love, age does not matter but ranking
does. Juliet could see in her dreams then the nesting of eight young ducklings trailing
her on the lake. It reached out with its pouting bill to snap at the wriggling
worm.
“Hey, don’t I get any last words?” The worm
shrieked out just before its body was severed in half by the love struck ducks.
“Juliet, would you like to retire to the
nesting? I may have the need to shower you with my love.” El Gluck quaked out
with its raspy tone. Juliet’s dark brown crown flushed out in a heavier tone
while it wadded towards the dark moist ground near the bushes. It was not the
Royal chamber, but it will do for then. El Gluck wadded close behind with its
bill lined up on the rear end of Juliet. It was so different from its own
consorts; all sodden from the long lineage of his offspring.
“Romeo…. You do know it’s my…” Juliet stopped
its track. The old amorous duck bumped into the other and then had to compose
itself before replying.
“I know, my love. It’s…” El Gluck left the
words to trail there for fear of saying the wrong thing then. Juliet heard his
reply and continued on her wadded stroll. There is something sexy about seeing it
moved those feathers in the tight swing at the rear. Soon they were at the
improvised nesting. El Gluck flapped its wings wide and gave out a raspy call
while Juliet primed itself for the consummation act.
El Gluck was to take its step forth when it
felt the presence of the others. It took a step back but it was too late.
“Chickens!”
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