380 Bad Birds Needs To Be Punished

The ducklings that surrounded Eve felt something amiss and looked at the approaching Goose with caution. 

All of them stepped in front of their Mama and spread their little wings while chirping at the White Goose that was releasing malicious intent.

""Chirp! Chirp!""

The Goose stopped three meters away from the ducklings and gave a light honk. It then waved one of its wings and blew the seven ducklings away with a gust of wind.

"Honk!" (You brats are lucky that we are distant relatives. I will spare your lives just this once!)

Eve turned her head to look at the ducklings that lay on the ground tens of meters away from her. They had all lost consciousness and were not moving.

"Bad!" Eve shouted as she pointed her wooden stick at the white goose. "Bad bird!"

The White Goose ignored the little girl's words and stepped forward. It did not care about its food's opinion.