Duck Lake chromakey dreamcoat

Orson: I'm about to end this man's whole career

 

Orson's eyes lit up with delight as she saw the flock of ducks quacking merrily and ignorantly as they splashed in the eponymous lake or rested beside it, nesting. She grinned with malicious intent — though her thoughts were not bloodthirsty or driven by hunger. With a wild whoop, she burst forward from the bush, cackling with glee as the ducks panicked and fled upwards, fleeing from her. Some of the most tenacious remained on their nests, hissing at her. But Orson paid them no mind. She had had their fun. 

Orson's tail wagged triumphantly in the air, down and loose feathers raining down on her. She snorted, the soft material hooking onto her fur.