There were four ducks on the lake wearing tuxedoes. The goose who pretended to be a swan and the white duck who always hung out with him were there, as were the cygnet (now almost full grown) and his parents.
Marshall raised the old-fashioned Instamatic and snapped a picture of the sinister gathering. A couple of mallards turned their emerald-green heads his way, but their wives plucked at their feathers with bright orange beaks and brought their attention back to the matter at hand.
“Bring it on, ducks,” muttered Marshall to himself. “Whatever you’re up to, I’m ready for you.”
( Read the rest of the Trusted Associates verse here )