Saturday, October 28, 2006, 6:15am. Ned woke up after a long night's sleep. But he wasn't ready to wake up. Waking up at 6:15 was for a school day, not for the weekend! Especially Saturday! He got up anyway, hopped in the shower and came back into his room hoping Moze was up. She had already heard Ned opening his window and walked over to her window.

"Well," Ned began "at least someone's up at 6:30 in the morning." He laughed.

"I didn't get any sleep at all last night." Moze calmly said.

"Nightmares?"

"No, I'm worried. What if the were-duck the crazy old guy was talking about was the duck that attacked you last night?"

Ned just smiled; try to hold in his laughter when he just belted out laughing hysterically. "You really believe that stupid myth?"

"I don't know, Ned, but don't you think it's the slightest coincidental that a duck attacked you on the same path the old dude was telling us not to go on?"

"Maybe a little, but I don't get why this is such a big deal."

"I know, but somehow, I just feel something is going to go wrong."

"Whatever you say, try getting some more sleep, you worry too much."

Saturday went on as it naturally would. As 5:30pm strolled near, Ned did what became somewhat of a Saturday ritual for him: take a nightstand out onto the front porch, put a TV on it, get out some lemonade and watch cartoons. Ned had always been an aficionado of animation, mostly the greats from the Golden Age of Hollywood. In Ned's eyes, Warner Brothers was clearly making the best cartoons of the era. He can watch the same Bugs Bunny cartoon over and over and never get sick of it. Despite all that happened the night before, Daffy Duck is still Ned's favorite cartoon character of all-time. This dusk he was watching a few random cartoons. Cookie had come by a little while before but he just happened to be in the neighborhood and came by to say hi and had to go on his way. Next door, Moze was on the roof with her dad putting in new shingles. As I Love To Singa was ending, Ned leaned to the side closest to his neighbor and hollered out "Hey, Mr. Mosely!" This made him jump and nearly fall off the roof but he latched onto a shingle just in time and regained his composure. "Sorry!" Ned shouted out.

"Jennifer," Moze's dad started, "why don't you go hang out with Ned. I can finish this up myself."

"Yeah… sure."

"Jen, is something wrong? Are you sick or…"

"No. Ned has just been acting a little weird today. But I'll go."

Moze climbed down the ladder and went over to Ned's front porch and pulled up a chair next to him. The cartoon he had on was Robin Hood Daffy.

"Someone's not scared in terror anymore." Moze said to Ned trying to be funny.

"Never said I was." Ned responded nonchalantly.

By this time in the day the sun was setting, by this time it was 5:45; the moon wasn't out... yet. Moze started to feel uncomfortable, for a cartoon that was only seven minutes, it felt like hours to her. She knew something was going to happen; only a day since the party, there had to be some side effects of the duck attacking Ned. What if he actually was going to grow black feathers and turn into a crazed duck? Eventually she decided to give up on the fear and just enjoy Saturday night. A few more cartoons came and went and the sun was finally set and the moon came out. Suddenly fear hit Moze like a bunch of bricks. Ned wasn't feeling too great, either. He felt like he was going to throw up. He got up and ran into the house. Moze tried to avoid following him but couldn't help worrying about if something was happening.

Ned darted into the bathroom. He was sweating like crazy. He took off his shirt and sat down on the toilet seat. Ned needed time to cool down; as he sat down he noticed the large scratch on his back from the night before. Black feathers were growing out of it. He tried pulling them out but couldn't stop them from growing in. He looked down at his feet and he saw that the skin between his toes was beginning to grow, as if it were becoming webbed. The skin on his legs was also beginning to turn orange. He was growing an orange beak on his face, too. It might have been his imagination but he almost looked... two-dimensional.

"This is heavy." Ned said to himself looking in the mirror, realizing as he talked he suddenly had a strong lisp. He could also hardly control his thoughts; in fact, he had no control over his thought process. He had become the were-duck!

Moze managed to get to the door and was about to knock when the Were-Duck slammed the door open and yelled out "Lucy, I'm hooome!" The door slowly moved back into position and Moze was just about to fall when the Were-Duck jumped into her arms.

"Honey, what is this? You were supposed to make dinner an hour ago!"

"Get away from me, your one crazed duck!"

"You ain't just whistlin' Dixie, brown eyes! Lay a big one on me!" the Were-Duck kissed Moze and jumped around the Bigby house yelling out a weird "Who-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" sound. Moze sprinted to the front door and locked it so the Were-Duck couldn't get out. By now, the Were-Duck was on the piano continually banging on the keys somehow playing the Hungarian Rhapsody. "Where's Donald Duck when you need him?" he asked out loud. Moze took a large hammer out of a closet in the house and banged the Were-Duck on the head at the climax of the piece. It looked to Moze and weakly said "You're despicable!" before fainting. She quickly took the Were-Duck onto the couch and left it there and walked out of the house, sat on the porch and 'waited' for Ned to come back out.