Duck Lake crown of thorns

Fox could not help but laugh when he used the word "shit." There was something about a young'un using a four-letter word that just cracked her up. “You have quite the mouth on you, kiddo,” she replied. Fox swished her tail, glancing back at the ducks. Another one of them was taking a liquified dump, and she shook her head at it before turning back to the potty-mouthed child. “And if that happens... you shit right back on it.” Her eyes were wide and serious when she spoke her oh-so-sound advice. Duck poop was not any worse than some of the terrible smells she had rolled in during her year of existence, and she could not imagine him being a beautifully clean prince for one hundred percent of his life.

“So what’s it going to be?” she asked, head cocked to one side. “Are you going to help me scatter these bitches?” Fox had no intention of trying to catch one (though she imagined their plump bodies would make a good meal), but there was definitely some fun to be had in just pissing them off.