President Quackington had no chance.
The virus swiftly spread. The east coast fell. Major leaders from most of the world had already agreed to close off inter-pondal travel.
“Quack.”
Wise words from the president were shared with his people. Safety assured. The news painted a terrifying picture. The savagery beneath the willow meant no time was left. Action was needed.
Months passed. Fighting erupted. Riots around the lack of access to seeds tore apart families and neighbourhoods.
Greg Quackington had nothing left. His land was lost. No duck would ever be the same again.