Beside the lake, birds are chirping. People are around with a speaker playing music. My feet sink into sand as I see many ducks paddling on the lake. I put my bait on the hook, cast my rod and sit back on my camping chair.

After five minutes, the bell on the top of the rod clangs. The rod starts to bend. I reel in fast so I won’t lose my catch. While I am reeling in, I see a duck thrashing on the water but I think he is dancing because of the music playing. Then I realise that the duck is coming closer and closer. It disappears under the water, so I keep reeling in.

The next minute, I see the duck in front of me with my hook on his wings. I reach down to pull out the hook. The duck glares at me with his red eyes. It opens its beak and I see sharp fangs.

What kind of duck is this?

It jumps on top of me and bites me on my neck. Feathers start coming out of my skin, my nose becomes a beak and my hands become wings. I have become a werewolf duck.