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    John paced around a tree where a squirrel stared down at him, just narrowly escaping him when he had attempted to hunt it down. He managed to kinda get it, blood dripping out of shallow teeth marks in it's legs. It seemed to tease him for missing the kill, and he let out a growl, tail wagging in irritation.


    "Squirrels..."


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border-top: 0px dotted black; border-left: 4px dashed black; border-bottom: 0px dotted black; border-right: 4px dashed black; overflow: auto; height: 140px; width: 375px;][justify][size=8]Here came the mother of the hour, I mean father, as he walked over blinking at John and six ducklings followed after him chirping "Hello John. . .Missed the kill? I'd help you. . .But I'm aching everywhere after a recent attack. . .So, it'll eventually die from infection." He said in a monotone voice furrowing his nonexistent eyebrows at the rodent up in the tree taking shelter from the predators, them, who were on the ground. The biggest duckling, Shark Jr, would waddle over staring up at the enormous dog and fluffed up his feathers as if sizing the canine up. Maybe Samekichi could try and he walked over unsheathing his claws digging it into the bark muttering to himself "Seems like an easy climb. . ." The rest of the ducklings ran around John's legs fighting for a blade of grass.
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    He looked down when the ducklings began to run around his legs, one of them looking strangely judgmental. There was always that one friend. "Fluffy little sh!ts...they tickle. Are they fighting over grass?"


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    "Well, feathers are easy to pluck out, you know? Besides, peacock feathers are exquisite. And Francis deserves it." John joked a bit, watching the rest of the fluffy ducklings run around with feathers. So cute. "I wouldn't try to pull anything off me, though. They're gonna get stuck. Curly fur, you know? It's like a net."


    He glanced up at the squirrel again, which took one look before limping off to some other branch, hell, maybe even wherever squirrels live for all he knew. Didn't matter now, and he didn't care about a damn squirrel. "There it goes. Can't believe I missed it."


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