Duck Lake hypnos

"What a freak!" Vulture, with her usual bitchy personality, was at awe' at the white raven, "aren't they supposed to be like, black?" She followed her siblings through the murk and grog, never seemingly to escape it. This land seemed cursed, far more then the carnage siblings ever could be. Whatever they went, bam, rain! Bam, more rain!

When will it end?

"No way darling," she said to Condor, "it may taste good despite being a freaky one."