Duck Lake ravens, not ducks

She grinned at that. "There were tons of records to set to us. It was no biggie if you set a record cause there were so many. I was the fatest to race from Tall Pine to Burnt Pine, which were two recognizable trees in our pine forest. I also able to fling a duck into the air the highest." She said, her sheepish grin growing broader. Yes, that had been a record. "I don't think that says much about me." Silver Bone chuckled. When he asked his next question, she wondered as well. "I don't know. I only joined very recently, so I wouldn't know yet. Besides, that was when were kids anyway. I'd be strange to do it now that I'm an adult." She said. Imagine her, a mature lady, throwing a mallard into the air. That thought made her chuckle quietly once more.