He tried again, faster. “Quackpre?”
“I found a rock!” Duck quacked desperately. “It said ‘quackpre’ and now the sky is turning me into a—a machine!” duck.quackpre
He tried it out loud. “Quack... pre?” He tried again, faster
And then, from every corner of the pond—from the mud, from the cattails, from the sky itself—a million invisible mouths let out a soft, synchronized echo: “Pre.” He tried again
“What?”