prologue

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It was late at night and young Wilbur had just snuck out of home. The park was nearly empty. All but one boy. A short duck hybrid. He was swinging on the furthest swing, wings outstretched as Wilbur wished to do.  

"Hello!" he said in a cheery tone. This startled the boy and he jumped slightly.

"Hi?" he replied hesitantly.

"What's your name? I'm Wilbur!" he asked.

"I'm Quackity." he answered quietly.

It was all a blur after that. Snippets of conversations could be remembered.

"Your wings are so cool! I'm trying to learn to fly with mine!"

"My dad says i cant fly with mine. But i hope you learn!"


"Look at this! These flowers are so pretty!"

"Lets make flower crowns!"



"I'm moving away tomorrow. I don't want to leave..."

"Hey! Keep the flower crown! Then you can always re-


BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!


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