By the time the sun went down, Fakir had succeeded in writing everything up to this morning. But when he continued to write, he saw Duck's thoughts coming through his pen.
Today, Fakir decided to write again. He so quiet when he writes! I enjoy watching him. He also gets so absorbed in his writing that he forgets everything around him. I love swimming, but I don't really want to disturb him, so I'm going to take a walk.
Ouch! What is this feeling? Oh, it hurts a lot! And my feathers…they're falling out! Is someone attacking me? Fakir…help me. Fakir…
(This is just an abbreviated version about what Ahiru was thinking. She's a duck, and she gets distracted easily. Most of her thoughts were revolving around the different types of bread.)
Fakir stopped writing. Was I too busy to keep an eye on her? He thought. I didn't even notice that she was gone for a while. Sighing, he picked up his papers and went inside.
"How are you feeling, zura?" Uzura asked as Fakir walked inside. "I've calmed down a bit. What are you doing?" He asked, seeing her stirring something on the stove. "Cooking, zura. I don't need to eat but you and Duck do." She replied, she removed the pot from the stove. Fakir went to get a bowl and another piece of bread for Duck. "Why aren't you eating Uzura?" Fakir asked as he gave her his bowl. "I'm a puppet. I don't have to eat." She poured some stew in the bowl. Fakir thought back to the afternoon, when he had given her some tea. "Then, why did you drink the tea I gave you?" He asked. Uzura shrugged. "I don't eat a lot zura. I'm not human, but I'm not fully a puppet either. I can't go forever without eating and sleeping, but I can go much longer that any human zura. At least two to three weeks zura." Fakir nodded. "That makes sense. I'm going to go bring Ahiru down for dinner," Fakir said as he started up the stairs. "Don't forget to turn of the stove." Uzura immediately turned around to put out the small fire that had started on the stove.
"Duck, are you awake?" Fakir asked as he opened the door, then stopped in his tracks. Birds of all kinds were flapping about in the room, and Duck was one of them. "Hey, get out of here would you?" He said as he shooed the birds out. Then he turned to Duck, who had conveniently taken this moment to try to escape. "You aren't escaping that easily," Fakir said as he scooped up the small bird."You could have at least warned me. It's time for dinner." As he left his room, he noticed that Ahiru looked a little odd. About a third of her feathers were a pure white color, and her body was bigger. I wonder if Uzura knows about this, Fakir thought to himself. Oh well, I'll ask her when we get downstairs.
I'd better tell Fakir about the lake, Uzura thought as she sliced bread. He would want to know. "Hey Uzura! Duck's awake!" said Fakir, bringing Uzura out of her thoughts. "That's great, zura!" She said, not bothering to turn around. "Do you want some milk? I'm getting some." She took a few glasses from the cupboard and started pouring milk in. "Uzura, can I ask you something?" "Sure, what is it zura?" she replied as she put the milk away. "Do you know why Ahiru's feathers are turning white?" Fakir asked. Uzura stiffened, then turned around. Her eyes widened, and she dropped the cups, which shattered as they hit the floor. "Hey, Uzura, what's wrong?" said Fakir. He put Duck on the table and went to grab a cloth, but stopped when he noticed that Uzura hadn't moved. "Uzura? Are you okay?" He asked, but Uzura put up her hand for silence. "We must leave immediately, there isn't much time! Pack some food, we have to get out of here!"