User blog:Bluejayflyingfree/I have no idea why I’m writing this but it’s KOTLC with ducks

Yeah. Read the title. Anyway.

.*clears throat*

I’m basically rewriting KOTLC, but instead of humans, there are ducks. Instead of elves, there are Strange Ducks. Instead of the Black Swan, there is the Black Duck. So, yeah, it’s basically going to be KOTLC. With ducks. Oh, and the plot line is not my idea, Credit to Shannon Messenger. I’m just re-writing it with ducks.

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“Miss Foster!” Mr. Sweeney quaked over at Sophie. “Have you decided you are too smart to learn about prehistoric ducks?”

Sophie forced her eyes open.

“No, Mr. Sweeney.” She mumbled.

“Tell me about the process of evolution for ducks,” He snapped. Sophie sighed, waddling over to him. The sharp thoughts of her classmates poured into her mind.

What a quack-it-all,

Why’d she get into Duckvard, and not me?

Some of the other ducks taunted her out loud, as if thinking wasn’t enough. Sophie tried to block out the noise, but to no avail. Shenquickly recited what she had read on a sign at the museum about duck evolution. Mr. Sweeney frowned. She knew from his thoughts that he resented her too.

Mr. Sweeney dismissed them to wander the museum alone, and Sophie waddled off to find an empty room. When she did, however, there was a young drake staring at her. She noticed he had the San Duckiego Times in hand, with her picture on the front cover. She had never seen eyes like that before, teal and glittering. She felt her skin under her feathers color, and quickly looked away. But he closed the distance between them.

“Is this you?” He asked, with a strange accent Sophie couldn’t place. She nodded. Disappointment flickered across his eyes.

“I didn’t realize your eyes were brown,” he said. Sophie raised an eyebrow.

“Um, yeah. Why?” She responded.

“No reason,” the drake shrugged. He pointed to a nearby display. “Do you really think the first duck species looked like that?” He asked. A strange question.

“Well, yeah. It’s all the info we have,” Sophie replied. At that moment a group of first grade ducks came into the room. Sharp, piercing voices that never stopped.

'''Well, yeah. That’s all I have so far. I’ll write more, but I’m busy now.'''