Heron Lake Plateau another five more short graybles

He was fully invested in his pursuit of the awkwardly-shaped birds, and kept on veering from point to point and causing a great commotion in the process. Some of the ducks appeared to realize he meant them no harm and would do their awkward-waddle away from his snapping teeth, or they'd give him some glancing looks before settling back in to their routine of floating.

The younger ones fled to the deep water, and that gave him some incentive to keep chasing. Screech plunged in to the lake in the next moment or so, taking on the look of a silver crocodile as he doggy-paddled after the birds. Obviously they were better equipped to maneuver in the water than he was, and soon they'd found themselves the safety of the little island (and taken wing) or they'd split off in to so many smaller groups that he couldn't keep up. 

Screech hoisted himself out of the water after some swimming, but he remained oblivious to his sister's observation. The boy sat in the shallows on the spit of land and let himself drip, but otherwise basked in the spring sun with his tongue out and breaths heaving.