Paling Around Part #2

ART BY:  NazzNikoNanuke

TULIP DUCKLING OC:  Danielmania123

ORIGINAL POST: https://t.co/Fa23v4xvnn

Paling Around at the Pond – Playdate #2

A  few days had passed since Yosh first met Tulip, who he learned was the  reason the big moving truck had been making all that noise a few houses  down around the time preschool had let out for the Spring holiday. She  was a friendly duckling who was roughly the same age as he was, still  wore diapers, and had a great love for the family of feral ducks that  had decided to start a family at the O’Ducky family pond.

FLA-WHOOSH!

SPR-SPR-PL-PL-OP-SPRINKLE-PLOP!

“Whee!”  the yellow-feathered duckling cheered as she flung a handful of  birdseed towards the mother and the trio of babies that were following  after her as she waded around the shallow pond.

Yosh,  who remembered to bring out the corn his dad had set out for him to  feed the duck family, let out a few quacks himself as he tossed out a  handful of treats towards the father duck who was swimming a short  distance away from his wife and kids.

FWOOF

PA-PLO-PA-PLOP-PAP

Father duck did not move from his spot to go after any of the feed corn that Yosh had lobbed in his direction.

“Maybe  he not hungry…?” the dino-duckling wondered to himself in a way that  showed how sad and disappointed he was that daddy duck had shown no  interest in what he so generously tossed out for him to eat.

“Maybe  he no like corn?” suggested Tulip as she took out another handful of  the birdseed she had brought and pitched it like a softball towards the  papa duck.

SPRI-SPLO-OP-OP

TAP-BA-BOP

Tulip’s  toss of treats was far more accurate than Yosh’s attempt to offer food  for the father duck.  However, her aim turned out to be too accurate as  some of the birdseed rained down upon his head and back.

SPLOOSH!

QUA-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK!

FLA-FLA-FLAP-FLAP!

“Yikes!” cried Tulip as she covered her face with her brown-tipped wings.

“Kazootles!”  squawked Yosh as he squeezed his eyes shut, turned his head to face  away from the mad mallard, and took a few awkward steps away from the  pond.

“There,  there,” Mrs. O’Ducky said with reassurance as she placed a hand on each  of the startled children’s shoulders.  “Father duck is just trying to  let you know that he wants to be left alone while his wife and kids  enjoy their lunch.”

Yosh opened his eyes and looked up to see his mother smiling down at him.

“So he’s not hungry?” he asked.  “Don’t families eat meals together?”

“Not  always,” the Yoshi mother replied.  “It’s like why your daddy goes to  work while I stay home to take care of you, your little sister, and your  new friend here.”

“Why?” Tulip questioned as she joined Yosh in staring up towards the maternal figure who had been tasked to watch her that day.

Mrs. O’Ducky let out a warmhearted laugh before moving her hands to pet both Yosh and Tulip upon their heads.

“Mommies  and daddies just do what they have to for their babies,” she cooed.   “No two families look out for each other and their children the same  way.  However, just like the feral family in our pond, you can feel  happy in knowing mommies and daddies love each other, their children,  and are always making sure you kiddos are happy, healthy, and full of  smiles.”

SNEAK-SLIP

SLIP-CRINKLE

Mrs.  O’Ducky took this special moment to see if the recent scare caused the  pair of preschoolers to piddle their pampers.  Sure enough, both Yosh  and Tulip had wet themselves, but not enough to require the pair put an  immediate end to the fun they were having with the duck family.

“How  about you two be extra gentle and make sure the food you have left  lands safely by mommy duck so she can show her babies how to dabble for  their dinner?” she suggested while looking back to see Winry, Yosh’s  baby sister, sitting comfortably and starting to doze off in her car  seat.  “It’s about time for your naps and I have a special surprise for  both of you after you wake up with big, bright smiles on your beaks.”

Yosh  and Tulip smiled back at Mrs. O’Ducky, looked towards each other, and  went about quickly dropping the rest of the food they had brought for  the duck family all around the mother who was letting out lots of quick  quacks as her ducklings cheeped along while trying to do as their mother  was instructing them to do.

“Okay,”  Mrs. O’Ducky said as she reached a hand out towards her son.  “Tulip, I  need you to hold Yosh’s other hand so I can carry little Winry back  inside.”

CLASP

“Okay!”  the brown-and-yellow feathered duckling replied while wasting no time  in clasping the green-and-white colored, dino-duckling’s free hand.   “Let’s go!”

The  group playfully made their way back towards the O’Ducky’s house as the  family of feral ducks finished their food and, like their  anthropomorphic counterparts, headed back to their shaded nest hidden in  the tall grass to rest until they would return for more fun in the pond  during the forthcoming evening.

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