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Another giggle escapes the Tilda.

"Those are cute. How do you make them fly like that?"

She makes another crane and sets it in front of the people. It's blue with wavy white lines. Perhaps they will feed it.

Harold shrugs.

"Dunnno. Do."

The people are ARMED with the BREAD OF LIFE.
This however, is not enough to stop the big ducks! (compared to little purple people) from swarming them.
They flail and begin to throw bread frantically.
Then as the ducks begin to overwhelm them the little purple people run awwwwwwwwwwwway, slinging the left over bread over their shoulder.

Matilda watches the scene and grins.

Then she gets an idea - and the purple crane starts chasing the bread along with the ducks. She stares at it intently, a happy smile on her face.

The ducks quickly gobble up the bread and then turn towards the little purple people.

..little purple people taste like ~~waxy~~ bread?

The purple crane interposes itself between the purple people and the purple ducks.

It will rescue them from their terrible fate!

YAY for the purple crane!

The ducks stare at it and wonder if they should eat it.

It flaps its wings, somewhat awkwardly - this sort of crane isn't designed to do that. Then it hops up and down looking as inedible as posible.

hmmmm. These ducks would try almost anything. One of the braver ones leans forward and pecks at the crane - just once.

It tastes like paper. It also rustles and jumps a bit. Matilda, laughing, directs it to peck back, which it does somewhat clumsily.

The duck is NOT EXPECTING THIS.

He flaps his wings in a very irritatted fashion and backs up a few steps.

The crane jitters up and down. Triumphantly.

Matilda smirks.

Harold grins too.

The duck quacks uphappily.

The other ducks come up behind him and quack too.

Oh dear, gatherhing supporters..

Matilda giggles cutely.

The crane does a little victory dance. It doesn't seem to care about the gathering mob.

The ducks circle around the crane and ATTACK!!!

They swarm it with such vigor that Matilda loses sight of it. So it stops being animate and becomes duck fodder instead.

Unperturbed, she takes out some vibrant yellow paper and folds another one, which circles around above the ducks.

oooooooo. A NEW ONE.

The turn their attention to the YELLOW one.

It does a loop-the-loop. Flashy little bugger.

The ducks flap up and snap in its general direction.

Matilda giggles. The crane looks as though it should be giggling too, were it an animate creature. It does another loop and zooms up high in the air, then back down again to bounce cheerfully a few inches above the bar.

The crane obviously has magical mystic powers.

The ducks STARE at it.

It bounces. Joyously. There may be some paper-crane ass-wigglin'.

Nervous flapping from the ducks' direction.

One pokes the crane with it's beak.

The crane pokes back.

And then turns itself upside down for no apparent reason.

The ducks tilt their heads to the side.

THE YELLOW THING IS STRANGE.

Yes, it truly is.

It proves that in the next moment by doing a little dance. In the air. Upside down.