Duck Wallpapers Novels & Stories

~Big Duck~ A duck looking. A male one. They are yellow-white in colour, with a light golden beak. They have a feather that ranges from light golden to white in colour. The tip of the bill is yellow then fades to a lighter horn colour with a yellow core. The feet are yellow in colour. :Length, 70 inches ( /mostly 140- 200 cm when fully grown) : Wingspan, 4 ft. : usually found around mountain, hills and cliffs. : They are carnivore and usually hunt during the day.

Jai asked. The creatures seemed to look at each other before looking back at each of them in anticipation. “I guess that’s a yes?” Jai looked at Darrion with a doubtful smile. “Hmm,” Darrion looked at the one in his arms. He thought for a while. “They’re eggs. Small. Small feet. Their skill is sitting duck and running. Ducky?” Jai sweatdropped. “Can’t you find a name that’s fancier? Naming them ‘Ducky’ would be something of an insult. Besides, they’re not really ducks.”

He's beaming. "Mommy! Daddy! The ducks are so cute! They have babies! Little baby ducks! They're so fluffy! They're so yellow! Can we get a duck? A baby duck? Please? Please, please, please? I'll take care of it! I'll feed it! I'll walk it! I'll love it forever!" "A duck?" "A pet duck! I want a pet duck! I'll name him Ducky! Or Quackers! Or Sir Feathers!"

"My platypus form isn't very useful out of the water." I can't believe he's teasing me. I want to see his dragon more than I want my next breath. And not just any dragon. I want my purple dragon. "At least a platypus is soft and cuddly." I respond like an idiot because I'm so enthralled with him.

Cried my eyes out when they called me an ugly duckling. Now? I turned my back and walked away. Riley was right there, following me. "So, it's official? You're done with him?" he asked. "Kinda saw that coming. Anyway, you free tonight? I'll treat you dinner." He grinned, all golden-retriever energy, but I didn't bite. Dating wasn't on my radar right now. ... That evening, when I got back from self-study, Kenneth was waiting outside my dorm. He held a bouquet of white lilies, all polished and gentlemanly.

Becca hiccupped and giggled, dropping her empty glass once full of strawberry daiquiri that Luke had brought with him. After five hours of drinking orangeade, strawberry daiquiri, lemonade, punch and stories of maximum laughs and epic proportions, she was tired as fuck. If she heard one more funny one night stand story about Allison McKinney being daft as a brush, she would, literally, pass out of exhaustion. She was reeling at the idea of heading out to a friend's party that was ongoing.