Duck Lake hypnos

Man, the storm really fucked over this place huh? Twice the water, twice the mud, twice the pain. Not cool.

The only thing keeping Buzzard from noping the hell outta here was a bunch of birds chilling in the sorry excuse of a lake. Most of the birds they’d seen were fun-sized snacks. They could make a goddamn shmorgasbord out of these plump fuckers. Now they had to figure out how they’d get their paws on those guys. Buzzard’s brows furrowed, and their tongue poked out of the side of their mouth. It’s their signature thinking face.

An idea was just about to pop in their head, but that flew out the window as soon as everyone started squawking and honking. Ugh. Birds.

Buzzard glared up at the fucker that started it all. They were shocked to see a white crow. Or was it a raven? Who cares! They weren’t supposed to be white.

Woooaaaah. They tip-toed closer to the tree it was perched on. Aren’t you a weird looking guy? Heh. I wonder how you taste. Yeah, they didn’t care about the pudgy little pigeons in the lake. This one deserved to be eaten. Serves ‘em right for throwing off their train of thought.