I have chosen to take up an offer from Tablo to have this story published as a paper-back book.
It has been accepted and is in the process of becoming available in retail outlets, and I believe, libraries.
In readiness for this, I am removing the full contents of the chapters and for now, replacing those words with synopses of what each chapter offers, in the hope this will attract readers who wish to own the book.
I will be making an announcement here and wherever I can think of when the moment has come you can order your copy from your chosen retailer.
Thank you for your support this far. Please do continue.
To all Talls and Smalls
who believe they are no taller or smaller
and no more or less important and deserving of respect
than the creatures we share our world with.
Copyright © 2014 Christine Larsen. All Rights Reserved No part of this publication may be reproduced in any form, stored in any retrieval system, posted on any website, or transmitted in any form or by any means, without written permission from the publisher, except for brief quotations in printed reviews and articles.
"Oh no! No! Stop it! That one nearly hit me." Delilah tried her best to duck the attack of sticks and stones, turning and weaving every which way to avoid them. But finally, a stone scored a direct hit, and it hurt. She was unable to fly, but her stubby legs and broad webbed feet powered her quickly through the water. As far away as I can from those dreadful smalls, she thought. And I imagined they were going to feed me.
Delilah wuk-wuked sadly to herself remembering that day - and her fear and pain. A whole year ago, but she hadn't been able to forget her shock and outrage. She couldn't fly for over a week, and it was SO hard being content with the briefest of paddles. Her pain had worsened when they had laughed cruelly at her. Laughed! With their weird "haw, haw, haw" noise. She couldn't help a loud and resentful "WUK, WUK" at the thought of them!
Today when she first saw the new humans in the third shack on the waterfront, she'd had a panicky moment or two. "Great Duck of All Waters," she'd prayed. "Don't let it be them come back again. Please… not again." And her prayer was answered. They were all brand new humans this time. All of them friendly and kind - the talls as well as the smalls. She wucked happily to herself. They seemed quite duckish, actually.
Delilah Duck was delighted. She visited Cooringie Lake each season, timing her arrival for the 'Man' time of year. How clever they are to know the best times here, she thought. I wonder what they love best? Bug breakfasts, snail snacks, fly feasts? Maybe mosquito munch-outs most of all?
Delilah didn't care about other ducks calling her 'dizzy' and sniggering in their beaks behind her back because she trusted humans. I don't give a worm what they think! If they're too bird-brained to understand that these humans love feeding ducks all kinds of tempting treats… well that's just their muddy luck! Delilah paddled around and around in tight, cross little circles.
I've told them often enough, she thought, as she remembered trying to entice the other ducks with a tiny share. But they wouldn't take any. Yellow-bellied cowards. And so they missed out on all that dry white fluffy stuff that duckish humans always threw to them. And they missed out on the delicious mush it made, rolled around in the beak with a goodly shloop of water.
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... and that's all you get for free any more, folks. Hope you've enjoyed this chapter's excerpt enough to want to buy this tale in your choice of eBook or now, paperback.
If the bookstore you choose doesn't have it yet, ask them to check their catalogues, in particular Ingram, iPage or Neilsen's some of the largest databases in the world. It will soon appear everywhere.
Now, if rich and famous should follow, I won't complain.