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At first you're not sure you're in the right place. The path you took is so diverted from the main festival booths and the sad looking banner looks rushed and clearly hand-made - the marker has bled through the... bed sheets?... making it. On top of that, you're practically swimming in mud.
"Hello, hi! Over here! Psst!"
You jump and glance around to find the whispering pop crouched in some reeds. They beckon you over with a grin. "Hey, you! Looking for some ducklings? Me too! I've been trying to lure them out using these rubber ducks but haven't been too successful. Maybe you'd like to try? I'll give you a prize if you find any!"
The pop presents you with five rubber ducks:
1) "oh, the generic duck! good choice. i'm sure they'll love it!"
2) "the bow baby! the other ducks are sure to want to see her pretty bow."
3) "i glued feet to this one. might make it more natural, ya know?"
4) "top-hat! he looks rich. maybe they'll think he's gonna give them money."
5) "this... is a cygnet."
The pop turns back to you, giving you totally guilt-trippy hopeful eyes. "You will help, right? I want to see the cute ducklings!"
