"Woah," I said aloud. "What do we do with it now?" I looked down at the duck in my hand. The same duck that I had seen under my bed one morning. The same duck that I had left in this tree, who knows how long ago, thinking ‘Ha, when will I ever need this thing again!" The same duck that was responsible for this whole thing somehow, and that would get me home.
 I was suddenly overcome with rage. "You stupid duck!" I screamed, and hurled it at the ground as hard as I could.
 Frederick walked over to the duck and reached over to pick it up. It was driven into the wet dirt and he struggled to remove it. He grunted, leaned his wWait into it, then fell backwards as it popped out of the ground. "Well, it's dead now Andrea, no need to worry."
 I let out a little laugh, trying my best to show that I had some sense of humour left. "Just makin' sure, Fred. You never know, the bad guy always likes to come back for one last scare . . ."
 Frederick screamed and dropped the duck on the ground. "It bit me!" he cried. I gasped, and he started laughing. "Ha! All this sure has made you less quick-witted, Andy." He reached down and picked the duck up again.
 "Well, maybe it's just that it's made you more quick-witted. You never would've even thought to pull that on me last time we were here.
 "Guys!" shouted Alex. "Get on with it!"
 "Right!" I shouted. "Okay, so . . . let's get on with it . . . by simply . . ." I twisted the duck around in my hand and examined it up close. "How the heck do I start this thing? There's no ‘on' button!"
 "The engraving said that there are stones hidden in the ducks," said Alex, "so we have to get them out."
 "Well there aren't any zippers or buttons and"
 "Got it!" interrupted Frederick. He was holding a rainbow coloured glowing stone that looked like a bubble, inside a bubble, inside a bubble - cut in half.
 "Well how did you" I stopped in mid sentence when I noticed his duck on the ground, in about six or seven pieces. "Oh." I muttered, and handed my duck over to Frederick. I was too worn out to tear it up and it was then that I finally noticed that he'd been getting pretty buff throughout all this.
He took it triumphantly and tore it up. The stone inside looked just like his.
 "I'm guessing that we just take this one and this one, then join them." said Frederick as he placed his stone next to mine. Nothing happened. "Oh @#$!" shouted Alex. A fit of rage took him over and he ran around the garden, ripping up the blueberry bushes. "Stupid fricking piece of rashafrashit!" he screamed.
 "What's wrong now!" hollered one of the teenage guys.
 Frederick and I sat down to ponder this while Alex was in the background screaming and swearing so fast that it just came out as crazy rambling. "I've got it!" I jumped straight up about 4 feet and Frederick screamed. "We have to wait for an eclipse of the two suns!" I looked at Frederick with a huge, victorious grin on my face. It immediately dissolved into a pout, then a frown, then a small growl escaped my lips. "We have to wait for an eclipse of the two suns!?" I roared. "@#$! %^&*$ *(@$!!" I whirled around and ripped a blueberry bush right up from the roots. "#$%! &*(^!" I screamed, and ran off with Alex who had nearly done three rows by then. "Save some for me!"
 Seconds later the guys followed me out and all of us but Frederick and Stephanie were ripping up the bushes. Some guys had moved on to the apple trees and were picking the apples and chucking them at the castle. They all had good aim and were able to hit a lot of the windows.
 "Guys, you've gotta stop this or someone's gonna notice us!" Frederick shouted. No one paid him any attention. "Guys!" he squawked. "Guys, guys, guys!" he whined, then augmented to a bellowing order. "Stop this instant!" he said with all his force. No one listened. "Grrrraaaaaahhhhhh!" he shouted.
 "No, don't let them get to you too, Frederick!" coaxed Stephanie. "You're stronger than that, don't stoop to their level.
 "Mmah wheehiphhhft!" whined Frederick, now so over come with rage he was barely able to understand English. His eyes were glowing.
 "No, no, Fred, now come on!" Stephanie enforced. She grabbed his arm when he started moving toward a strawberry bush. He pulled harder and she struggled to keep him back. "Fred, don't do it, Fred!" she pleaded. He was finally able to break free and ran for the bush, yelling at the top of his lungs. He tore it up from the root, bringing a huge clump of dirt with it. He held it in his hands and kicked the dirt with all his force, sending it in every direction.
 "Oh, I give up!" moaned Stephanie, and picked a few apples of her own.