The silence is broken by the sound of rippling water as the smooth surface of the lake is crushed. The duck lowers its head, looking around with small beady eyes.

The sun closes it’s eye as darkness descends into silence.

The duck quacks. The water ripples. The moon steers clear and the sun opens its eye.

The duck is nowhere to be seen.

The clouds thunder, the lake is shattered by a thousand glass bullets from the sky, a spectator ducks behind a tree for shelter.

The duck is gone.