Duck Lake i am surely a queen

He thinks I'm a duck. The thought crossed her mind very briefly, but she dismissed it as silly. For one, it was very clear that she did not have the webbed paws she needed for swimming or the feathered wings for flying. She was but a mere, sad wolf. Still, she could see the other wolf's body turning direction. Yes, she could see him moving towards her, and he really was getting closer and closer. His orange eyes seemed to grow wider as well. Blinking calmly, she wondered if impact was imminent but decided that surely the other wolf would know how to stop--stop, stop, stop! "Goose!" she screamed as she was tackled to the ground. She watched as the world spun white and then brown before spinning into an awful light brown with some greens tossed in. Part of her registered that this was her initiation into the world of superheros, but part of her thought it was all madness. The latter squished beneath her with a fart. "Excuse you," she coughed as she regained her sense of balance. Hastily, she scrambled onto her feet and shamelessly displayed her body to the young male. "How do I look?" she asked with mud smeared across her face and matting much of her fur. There was even a twig clutching dearly onto her ear along with a worm wriggling along its edge. It was this very worm that drew a particularly hungry duck onto her head. It plopped onto her crown with a loud quack.