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    This might hurt.

    Rewind six hours, and you’re standing in the middle of the river, your katana at the ready but no animals in sight.
    “Hey, Jase, you caught any fish yet?” Willie yells.
    He and the boys are up the bank at the edge of the jungle. You’re wading in the water.
    No, make that waiting in the water.
    A couple hours have already gone by, and you’ve seen nothing.
    Yesterday you searched and searched and then a boar nearly bowled you over. Today you’ve got nothing.
    Not much of a hunting expedition.
    “You guys see any tracks or any trace of anything?”
    “I smelled some bacon,” Willie jokes.
    “I’m a bit tired of the bacon humor,” you say.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. Yeah, it’s getting old. Hey   —want some pork and beans for lunch?”
    Sometimes your younger brother can be funny and sometimes he can be annoying. Actually, he’s annoying most of the time. Occasionally he can be funny while being annoying. No, he’s not really that funny, but he’s always annoying.
    You came into the water just to cool yourself off. Your face and hair and beard and neck are still damp from where you doused them in the river. You look to the sky and hear a commotion from the hill above you.
    John Luke is chasing after something. All of a sudden, a bright shape darts into the sky.
    It’s a duck. A golden duck.
    Oh, I wish I had a shotgun right about now.
    You rush to the edge of the bank and join the guys, who are all out of breath.
    “Did you see it?” Willie asks.
    “The flying duck that looks like a bar of gold?” you ask. “Nah, didn’t see it.”
    “I almost had it,” John Luke says.
    Willie gives you a look that you don’t have to ask about. You both realize it’s going to be almost impossible to get a kill today. You have swords. Swords. Which is a problem for several reasons:
None of you are ninjas, even though Willie occasionally tries to act like one.
Ducks might not be the fastest animals in the world, but they can do something this duck just happened to do: fly .
You can’t exactly use the sword for anything once the duck is flying. And it’s always, always going to fly away.
    So you’re almost ready to call it a day.
    “Who picked the sword again?” Willie asks, then turns to his son. “Oh yeah. Good call, John Luke.”
    “You said to be creative.”
    “Yeah. There’s creative, and then there’s duck hunting with a sword.”
    You’re all standing there trying to figure out what to do when you see the same duck (or maybe an identical golden bird) land at the edge of the river where you left your bag.
    “Hey, look at that thing,” you tell the gang.
    “It’s peeking in your bag,” Cole says.
    “Think it wants your lunch.”
    The duck takes hold of your lunch container and begins picking at your peanut butter sandwich.
    “Stop eating my lunch!”
    It not only ignores you but seems to go into some kind of frenzy while eating the sandwich. Its head bobs up and down in a wild, jerky manner.
    “It likes your sandwich,” Willie says with a laugh.
    The golden duck starts nipping and ripping at your lunch container once it’s finished with the sandwich. You all run down there, assuming it’ll fly off. But it doesn’t. For a while it remains in this manic state, trying to find something else to eat.
    “It might want more peanut butter,” John Luke says.
    “That’s crazy,” you say. “That thing’s probably gonna get really ill eating that. Ducks aren’t supposed to have high fat content. They’re waterbirds.”
    “Dr. Jase, the duck nutritionist,” Willie says.
    “Whatever.”
    You unsheath your sword and get closer to the golden duck, but it finally flies off into the river. After examining the damage, you confirm that you won’t be having lunch today.
    “Thing ate my entire sandwich.”
    “I brought a whole jar of peanut butter,” Cole says.
    “You did?”
    “Yeah. The big jar. I figured we might be hungry.”
    A crazy idea hits you a few minutes