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Jude ran through the dank underbrush like a child running from its nightmares. The sharp thorns and bristles around him barely bruised his rugged exterior. The night sky had lit a path before him, creating a jagged pathway for a safe getaway. His mouth was dry and his legs were tired, but he couldn't give up. He had been running from the police for over four miles and he was running out of places to hide. There was no way, he thought, he could get caught for robbing a convenience store, but he was wrong. Jude was a cocky man who never took life to seriously. He went through life, stealing, cheating and just not being very nice. This was his due awakening. The hard underbrush scraped at every part of his body while the twigs and branches cut every part of his arm. He was almost completely out of breath when he saw an opening. It was a small area, about the size of a young child with a radiant glow about it. Jude acted first and ran into the hole, ignoring his better judgment.
Passing through the puncture, the path illuminated showing a radiant meadow. The flowers seemed to erect themselves with the noblest of passions and the proudest of demeanor. The sky was a bright blue and the clouds looked fluffy and comfortable. Jude was unaware what could have happened to him. Nothing looked the same and the sirens of the police could not be heard even in the quietest of moments. He had no idea what had happened but was grateful for it. All his worries and woes melted away as he sat down on a vacant rock and relaxed. The area was unearthly, everything about it seemed to perfect. The air had a brisk smell of passion and lust while the ground felt as if a human had never placed its weight upon it before. His head turned and noticed a small inscription hanging above. On the rock laid a small message, not larger than a page in a book, but had a peculiar type of script. He got up and read the message aloud:
       "If you stay at this enchanted rock
        You shall see a tiny floating clock
        Tell it what you want to do
        And it shall be done for you"
To Jude this seemed like complete garbage. How can a clock grant any desire? It seemed like a whole load of rubbish to him. Abruptly, he decided to have a little fun with the idea. As loud as he could, he yelled: "Oh magical, powerful clock please turn me into a bird so that I can see your mighty power!" He laughed and started to lie down on the soft grass, his head lying on the foamy earth. The sandman slowly fell over him and he went to sleep. It was the best sleep of his life, he thought life had finally gone his way. He was going to go back home with his loot and continue to rob, steal and cheat. When he awoke everything felt different. The earth no longer felt soft under his shoes but felt rough and lumpy. His arms no longer could grasp the grass around him and his mouth could no longer breathe the air around. Jude looked at was once his hands and saw only feathery wings. He gazed at his feet and only saw yellow paddles.
The rock hadn't lied, he was now a duck. A man who just escaped the cops was now a duck. He sat down on the ground wondering how this could have happened. Jude was frantic, desperate for an explanation. In front of his white waddled feathers lied a small clock written in the dirt. Its numbered lied at twelve o clock and was never going to change. He waddled to the closest pond and sat with his now duck brethren. Jude now sits in that pond for all eternity, be careful not to join him.

Description
Jude ran through the dank underbrush like a child running from its nightmares. The sharp thorns and bristles around him barely bruised his rugged exterior. The night sky had lit a path before him, creating a jagged pathway for a safe getaway. His mouth was dry and his legs were tired, but he couldn't give up. He had been running from the police for over four miles and he was running out of places to hide. There was no way, he thought, he could get caught for robbing a convenience store, but he was wrong. Jude was a cocky man who never took life to seriously. He went through life, stealing, cheating and just not being very nice. This was his due awakening. The hard underbrush scraped at every part of his body while the twigs and branches cut every part of his arm. He was almost completely out of breath when he saw an opening. It was a small area, about the size of a young child with a radiant glow about it. Jude acted first and ran into the hole, ignoring his better judgment.
Passing through the puncture, the path illuminated showing a radiant meadow. The flowers seemed to erect themselves with the noblest of passions and the proudest of demeanor. The sky was a bright blue and the clouds looked fluffy and comfortable. Jude was unaware what could have happened to him. Nothing looked the same and the sirens of the police could not be heard even in the quietest of moments. He had no idea what had happened but was grateful for it. All his worries and woes melted away as he sat down on a vacant rock and relaxed. The area was unearthly, everything about it seemed to perfect. The air had a brisk smell of passion and lust while the ground felt as if a human had never placed its weight upon it before. His head turned and noticed a small inscription hanging above. On the rock laid a small message, not larger than a page in a book, but had a peculiar type of script. He got up and read the message aloud:
       "If you stay at this enchanted rock
        You shall see a tiny floating clock
        Tell it what you want to do
        And it shall be done for you"
To Jude this seemed like complete garbage. How can a clock grant any desire? It seemed like a whole load of rubbish to him. Abruptly, he decided to have a little fun with the idea. As loud as he could, he yelled: "Oh magical, powerful clock please turn me into a bird so that I can see your mighty power!" He laughed and started to lie down on the soft grass, his head lying on the foamy earth. The sandman slowly fell over him and he went to sleep. It was the best sleep of his life, he thought life had finally gone his way. He was going to go back home with his loot and continue to rob, steal and cheat. When he awoke everything felt different. The earth no longer felt soft under his shoes but felt rough and lumpy. His arms no longer could grasp the grass around him and his mouth could no longer breathe the air around. Jude looked at was once his hands and saw only feathery wings. He gazed at his feet and only saw yellow paddles.
The rock hadn't lied, he was now a duck. A man who just escaped the cops was now a duck. He sat down on the ground wondering how this could have happened. Jude was frantic, desperate for an explanation. In front of his white waddled feathers lied a small clock written in the dirt. Its numbered lied at twelve o clock and was never going to change. He waddled to the closest pond and sat with his now duck brethren. Jude now sits in that pond for all eternity, be careful not to join him.