[Rackam rarely encounters ducks in this region, let alone ones that talk. The huntsman couldn't help but stare at the little fowl in surprise. While the woods are teeming with life, talking avians are not part of the local food chain. There are more deer than anything else here, including wolves.
Little Red Riding Hood needs his help, after all. Her crazy parents let their young daughter run away in the middle of the day with nothing but a picnic basket to Grandma's house. Determined to get to the bottom of this, Rackam volunteered his services.
However, he didn’t expect to stumble across a talking duck.]
Wait, what’s under there? [He arches his brow before glancing over at the mushroom.] What are you talkin’ about? There’s nothing—Oh.
[He falls quiet once he sees the old wooden flute.]
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Little Red Riding Hood needs his help, after all. Her crazy parents let their young daughter run away in the middle of the day with nothing but a picnic basket to Grandma's house. Determined to get to the bottom of this, Rackam volunteered his services.
However, he didn’t expect to stumble across a talking duck.]
Wait, what’s under there? [He arches his brow before glancing over at the mushroom.] What are you talkin’ about? There’s nothing—Oh.
[He falls quiet once he sees the old wooden flute.]