Hinemoa and Cheryl were new in town. Two young girls with time on their hands. Both were outcasts of a type. Cheryl because of her unusual colouring and Hinemoa because of being half caste - half mallard and half pāteke. Neither had managed to find a suitable drake, and so they had each other for companionship.
They had moved into a new area recently, and things were good. There were a few cats in the area, but the were not prepared to attack two ducks. There were no dogs, and the locals didn't seem to mind them being there.
There was also a bonus - occasional free food. One of the humans that lived in the area often turned up and threw out bread. Today he was doing it again. However there was one problem, he didn't throw it very far away.
It was just a bit to scary to get the food. What were his intentions? Was he meaning good or evil? Was he wanting to capture them, eat them, or just feed them. Cheryl was a little more daring than Hinemoa, but both of them felt quite intimidated.
However, as long as he sat still, there was much less danger, so they moved in and took some of the close bread. But one movement, and they were off.
Finally he stood up and left, and they were able to come in and finish the bread.
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