Calling all Duck Lovers!

In order to help us to create the Duck Story Book 2, we have a Competition for you!

We are having a contest to see who can come up with best idea for the duck story. It can be a character, a vehicle or anything quacky! The best entry will be included in the story and the inventor named as a character. The more details the better!

If you haven't read our award winning Duck Story yet - Winner of the Twissiest Book of the Year and Winner of the Best Self Written Book from the Magniflorious Math Doc! https://docs.google.com/a/stonefields.school.nz/document/d/1__r6eW7_PoDV12gcUqijOGm1MrOLIvZDORc305orM-w/edit - here's the link: http://learninghub3.blogspot.co.nz/2013/08/the-duck-story-by-jamie-and-twiss.html

Here's a sneak preview of Book 2. Enjoy!

“Roger help!” screamed a voice.

“How could you let this happen Roger. We trusted you!” accused another. It morphed to a vision of people in chains being led towards a slave camp.

“NOOOOOO!!!” yelled Roger sitting up in bed with a jolt. He lay panting on his bed slowly realising that it was just a dream.  It had a quality to it that left Roger wondering if it had been more than just a normal dream. “Don’t be ridiculous.” he thought. He hadn’t recognised the people in the dream but had the feeling that he trusted and knew them. They’d had that odd accent that all the Australians he met had. “Maybe you’ll make some new friends with the Aussies.” laughed a little voice in the back of his head, that Roger had nicknamed Lewis a month ago when it appeared. It had an annoying habit of making sarcastic comments about his sanity and making him wonder if it was true that talking to yourself was the first sign of madness. “Talking to yourself about whether or not you're going insane. Second sign.” Lewis signed, seemingly to no one.

“Oh, shut up.” Roger grumbled, unable to think of a good comeback.

He got changed and went for a walk around the compound, still not used to the heat of Tasmania. Since they arrived, Roger, Tim, Bridget and Carl had been treated as heroes when they heard what had happened on their previous mission. This had been boosted by the fact that they had brought 5000 soldiers with them and a small air force and navy. They had been put to good use immediately by the Australian leader.

Roger rounded the corner and found himself staring at the wall. No matter how many times he saw it, it always took his breath away.  With walls ten meters thick and over 100 meters tall  it was a sight to behold. It stretched across the southern end of the island and was the only thing keeping the ducks from just overwhelming it’s inhabitants with sheer numbers. Roger waved to the dawn patrol on the walls, who, instead of their normal cheerful wave in return, beckoned urgently for him to go up to the top of the wall with them. His smile wiped from his face, Roger radioed his squad in. “Meet me on top of the wall. Turns out we’re about to meet some Aussie Ducks.”

“Well, won’t this be fun.” muttered Lewis.