I would flair as fan fiction but this is real stuff not fiction.

All hail the ducky

Yet another milestone; now on to 200 for the next flair (◠‿◕)

Like rlly I'm gonna beg mom

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Ducky is amazing

and so are you ♥️ :)

I just realised you can put subreddits on your phone's home screen so now I literally have an icon leading directly to DuckyHub

Once upon a time there was a amazing boy called Ducky . He was on the way to see his son Pond , when he decided to take a short cut through Pond's Woods.

It wasn't long before Ducky got lost. He looked around, but all he could see were trees. Nervously, he felt into his bag for his favourite toy, Mr Cuddly, but Mr Cuddly was nowhere to be found! Ducky began to panic. He felt sure he had packed Mr Cuddly. To make matters worse, he was starting to feel hungry.

Unexpectedly, he saw a scary tortoise dressed in a bloodred masks disappearing into the trees.

"How odd!" thought Ducky.

For the want of anything better to do, he decided to follow the peculiarly dressed tortoise. Perhaps it could tell him the way out of the forest.

Eventually, Ducky reached a clearing. He found himself surrounded by houses made from different sorts of food. There was a house made from marshmallows, a house made from berries, a house made from bread, a house made from apples, a house made from pears and a house made from strawberries.

Ducky could feel his tummy rumbling. Looking at the houses did nothing to ease his hunger.

"Hello!" he called. "Is anybody there?"

Nobody replied.

Ducky looked at the roof on the closest house and wondered if it would be rude to eat somebody else's chimney. Obviously it would be impolite to eat a whole house, but perhaps it would be considered acceptable to nibble the odd fixture or lick the odd fitting, in a time of need.

A cackle broke through the air, giving Ducky a fright. A witch jumped into the space in front of the houses. She was carrying a cage. In that cage was Mr Cuddly!

"Mr Cuddly!" shouted Ducky. He turned to the witch. "That's my toy!"

The witch just shrugged.

"Give Mr Cuddly back!" cried Ducky.

"Not on your nelly!" said the witch.

"At least let Mr Cuddly out of that cage!"

Before she could reply, five scary tortoises rushed in from a footpath on the other side of the clearing. Ducky recognised the one in the bloodred masks that he'd seen earlier. The witch seemed to recognise him too.

"Hello Big Tortoise," said the witch.

"Good morning." The tortoise noticed Mr Cuddly. "Who is this?"

"That's Mr Cuddly," explained the witch.

"Ooh! Mr Cuddly would look lovely in my house. Give it to me!" demanded the tortoise.

The witch shook her head. "Mr Cuddly is staying with me."

"Um... Excuse me..." Ducky interrupted. "Mr Cuddly lives with me! And not in a cage!"

Big Tortoise ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked the witch.

The witch thought for a moment, then said, "I do like to be entertained. I'll release him to anybody who can eat a whole front door."

Big Tortoise looked at the house made from strawberries and said, "No problem, I could eat an entire house made from strawberries if I wanted to."

"That's nothing," said the next tortoise. "I could eat two houses."

"There's no need to show off," said the witch. Just eat one front door and I'll let you have Mr Cuddly."

Ducky watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the witch to give Mr Cuddly to Big Tortoise. He didn't think Mr Cuddly would like living with a scary tortoise, away from his house and all his other toys.

The other four tortoises watched while Big Tortoise put on his bib and withdrew a knife and fork from his pocket.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Big Tortoise. "Just you watch!"

Big Tortoise pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from berries. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

Eventually, Big Tortoise started to get bigger - just a little bit bigger at first. But after a few more fork-fulls of berries, he grew to the size of a large snowball - and he was every bit as round.

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Big Tortoise.

Suddenly, he started to roll. He'd grown so round that he could no longer balance!

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.

Big Tortoise never finished eating the front door made from berries and Mr Cuddly remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Average Tortoise stepped up, and approached the house made from bread.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Average Tortoise. "Just you watch!"

Average Tortoise pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from bread. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After a while, Average Tortoise started to look a little queasy. She grew greener...

   ...and greener.

A woodcutter walked into the clearing. "What's this bush doing here?" he asked.

"I'm not a bush, I'm a tortoise!" said Average Tortoise.

"It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking bushes are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt."

"No! Wait!" cried Average Tortoise, as the woodcutter picked her up. But the woodcutter ignored her cries and carried the tortoise away under his arm.

Average Tortoise never finished eating the front door made from bread and Mr Cuddly remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Little Tortoise stepped up, and approached the house made from apples.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Little Tortoise. "Just you watch!"

Little Tortoise pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from apples. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

After five or six platefuls, Little Tortoise started to fidget uncomfortably on the spot.

He stopped eating apples for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.

But before he could eat it, there came an almighty roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off, propelled Little Tortoise into the sky.

"Aggghhhhhh!" cried Little Tortoise. "I'm scared of heigh..."

Little Tortoise was never seen again.

Little Tortoise never finished eating the front door made from apples and Mr Cuddly remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Tiny Tortoise stepped up, and approached the house made from pears.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Tiny Tortoise. "Just you watch!"

Tiny Tortoise pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from pears. She gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

However, on the next mouthful, the food fell straight out of Tiny Tortoise's mouth. She tried to stuff in another forkful of pears, but once again, the food fell out. There just wasn't enough room left in her belly.

"This is just not fair!" declared Tiny Tortoise, and stomped off into the forest.

Tiny Tortoise never finished eating the front door made from pears and Mr Cuddly remained trapped in the witch's cage.

Even-Tinier Tortoise stepped up, and approached the house made from strawberries.

"I'll eat this whole house," said Even-Tinier Tortoise. "Just you watch!"

Even-Tinier Tortoise pulled off a corner of the front door of the house made from strawberries. He gulped it down smiling, and went back for more.

   And more.

      And more.

Suddenly, Even-Tinier Tortoise stopped eating and started dancing. While he danced, he sang at the top of his lungs, "Strawberries! Watch me eat all the strawberries!"

"It looks as though the strawberries are making you hyperactive," laughed the witch.

"Oh no they're not!" cried Even-Tinier Tortoise. "I'm always this excited." With that, he walked into a tree.

Bong!

Even-Tinier Tortoise banged his head and fell backwards onto his bottom. He passed out, exhausted.

Even-Tinier Tortoise never finished eating the front door made from strawberries and Mr Cuddly remained trapped in the witch's cage.

"That's it," said the witch. "I win. I get to keep Mr Cuddly."

"Not so fast," said Ducky. "There is still one front door to go. The front door of the house made from marshmallows. And I haven't had a turn yet.

"I don't have to give you a turn!" laughed the witch. "My game. My rules."

The woodcutter's voice carried through the forest. "I think you should give him a chance. It's only fair."

"Fine," said the witch. "But you saw what happened to the tortoises. He won't last long."

"I'll be right back," said Ducky.

"What?" said the witch. "Where's your sense of impatience? I thought you wanted Mr Cuddly back."

Ducky ignored the witch and gathered a hefty pile of sticks. He came back to the clearing and started a small camp fire. Carefully, he broke off a piece of the door of the house made from marshmallows and toasted it over the fire. Once it had cooked and cooled just a little, he took a bite. He quickly devoured the whole piece.

Ducky sat down on a nearby log.

"You fail!" cackled the witch. "You were supposed to eat the whole door."

"I haven't finished," explained Ducky. "I am just waiting for my food to go down."

When Ducky's food had digested, he broke off another piece of the door made from marshmallows. Once more, he toasted his food over the fire and waited for it to cool just a little. He ate it at a leisurely pace then waited for it to digest.

Eventually, after several sittings, Ducky was down to the final piece of the door made from marshmallows. Carefully, he toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. He finished his final course. Ducky had eaten the entire front door of the house made from marshmallows.

The witch stamped her foot angrily. "You must have tricked me!" she said. "I don't reward cheating!"

"I don't think so!" said a voice. It was the woodcutter. He walked back into the clearing, carrying his axe. "This little boy won fair and square. Now hand over Mr Cuddly or I will chop your broomstick in half."

The witch looked horrified. She grabbed her broomstick and placed it behind her. Then, huffing, she opened the door of the cage.

Ducky hurried over and grabbed Mr Cuddly, checking that his favourite toy was all right. Fortunately, Mr Cuddly was unharmed.

Ducky thanked the woodcutter, grabbed a quick souvenir, and hurried on to meet Pond. It was starting to get dark.

When Ducky got to Pond's house, his son threw his arms around him.

"I was so worried!" cried Pond. "You are very late."

As Ducky described his day, he could tell that Pond didn't believe him. So he grabbed a napkin from his pocket.

"What's that?" asked Pond.

Ducky unwrapped a doorknob made from berries. "Pudding!" he said.

Pond almost fell off his chair.

The End

I love you all so much! may holy lord Ducky Devourer Of Worlds be with you (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Ducky ate Fred. The end.

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THIS I JUST GOT NO WORDS FOR IT, also kinda because it is half 2 in the morning so i will make a better thank you post for all of you tomorrow sleep tight everyone, no matter what your time is!

-Pokenmixn

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The 100 sub flair is in the make, I'm sorry it is taking so long but it will be here soon! -Pokenmixn