Duck Lake duck hunt

Leaf fancies herself the queen of the lake. Upon her first visit, she interpreted the duck's quacking as applause. She is returning to her kingdom, this time for a hunt.

Duck Lake's queen had returned but for another purpose altogether. Nodding as her citizens once more applauded her royal entrance, she quietly approached the waters. The little red wolf was a terrible hunter, and it would take all her wit to make up for what she lacked in skill and heart. Even now, baby ducklings splashed among the gentle waves, sputtering as they attempted to hunt with tiny bobbing heads. They were what some would call precious, and she felt her heart ache. Having become installed on the throne for less than a week, the little red wolf had never expected her rule to come to this. It was one thing to have a kingdom of ducks under your reign, but another thing to be plucking through that same kingdom for the choicest meats. Maybe she could hunt the weak and sickly. That would be fair. But having been weak and sickly before, she knew that it was anything but fair. Crushed by the weight of her moral dilemma, the queen began to sink to the ground until she was floored. Because she was on the shore, she easily dunked her head into the waters and began to gurgle. Maybe she could just drown.