“You read the wrong syllable,” Reginald said.
“What was the ‘pre’ for?” Duck whispered. duck.quackpre
Nothing happened.
“So what do I do?!” Duck shrieked.
The stone crumbled to dust.
A holographic blueprint shimmered into the air above the pond. It showed Duck’s own brain, but crisscrossed with glowing lines of code. It showed his webbed feet turning into gyroscopic stabilizers. It showed his beak becoming a sonic resonator. “You read the wrong syllable,” Reginald said