>>6349716>>6349820>>6349958>>6350059You catch your breath and try and focus on some of the shapes you're seeing. Most of them are black round-ish things, but there are other objects that especially stand out.
"Hey, I think I want to look at some of this stuff." You practically force yourself to speak through the horrible stank. Walking over, you slap on a cube-shaped thing nearby. "Do you know what this is?"
Jeff nods. "Pretty sure that's a picture box. The long-steppers like to stare at them. The pictures and colors change, and they make noise too."
An image? Like a reflection? You know a couple ducks who enjoy looking at their own reflection in the pond, so it's not too hard to imagine a thing that shows you different images, you suppose. You waddle over the hills of junk and climb up on to the large red thingy. You're surprised at how soft it is, and it feels absolutely amazing under your sore duck feet. You sigh in relief.
Jeff seems content to watch from afar. "Pretty cool, right? This place has all kinds of awes--"
"MREEEAOOOWW!" An ear-splitting cry rings out, and an orange furry creature with triangular ears and sharp claws pops from between the cushions of the giant soft red thing you're standing on. The creature pulls itself up, eyeing you. "Ahaaa? A cute little ducky snack walking right up on my bed? What luck! Mwahaha!"
You are paralyzed in fear. The only other creatures you've met at the pond and the green place are other birds, frogs, and the occasional squirrel. Despite this, something deep inside you tells you that the animal in front of you is a dangerous predator to ducks!
Your first instinct is to freeze. Your muscles feel as stiff as a board, and your heart is pounding in your feathered chest!
>Stay as still as possible. Maybe it'll get bored and leave you alone. Heck, maybe if you try hard enough, you'll become invisible.>RUN. RUN. RUN!>RUNNING ISNT GONNA WORK, YOU IDIOT! FLY! FLY!>Despite your best instincts, try and fight. 