Game 2

Game 2 Outline

On the wing, on the ring.

*Seeing as we're birds, why don't we make the most of our temporary forms and go for a little fly* you think before a sudden thought hits you *The ring! where's the ring?*

*It's round my leg.* replies Fred, holding his foot up *We'd better be careful.* he thinks *if you're not touching it when the hour's up, you'll remain a gagged duck for another hour. Prehaps even longer. Anyway, there's an open window upstairs. We can leave that way.*

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