Duck Lake i am surely a queen

Could.not.resist...

With the concentration of a goldfish the young juvenile once more slipped away from his home lands, only to scurry the lands and to wander around aimlessly. If Majestic would have been his dad, Mees might be grounded more than once by now. He couldn't help it though, the lands beyond the gull were like a pirate treasure that he wanted to grab with nimbly, skeleton fingers.

This time he was distracted by the flapping of water birds at the shores. It had taken Mees long enough to reach this exotic destination and with all his wanderings, it made him slightly tired. Instead of actually turning into a couch potato when fatigue smashed him like a hammer, he became hyper and energetic; quickly burning out his last remains with periods of craziness.

Thus when he slipped past the trees and saw the shoreline, his orange eyes were treated to quite a theatrical show. At the centre stage was a lithe yearling female who proclaimed to be the queen. Mees wasn't sure if this was all a bad dream or whether he was turning crazy -- at least he did not spend any rational thoughts on the matter. Instead he too became a little pawn in this show, as he approached humbly. "Greetings Duck-ly McQueen." Mees said while switching his view from the ducks back again to the wolf. "So I take it this is your quacking kingdom?"