Once upon a time, there's a royal, artist, castle setting out this morning.

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A man of the leader of arts is named, Queenolia. He follows structures and rates paintings of art. He never likes the goof off of someone who never speaks disrespect... not especially like Prince Sutar. He is always good at art, but he sometimes fools around. This is what Queenolia doesn't like the most, but he would pay very good attention to his best artist.

At duck pond, the ducks are happily swimming and quacking to each other. Except the white, and medium sized one with a medium, yellowed, bill and a feather tail on its back.

He is looking for something new. Something he never heard before. He can even fly. He flew to where he's going to get. He searched in the trees, above clouds, out in the ocean, above the mountains, and even underground.

There he saw a deep, dug hole in the hole where it was dug before. He flew down to look for something new. The place began to get a little dark just as he flew down deeper. He quacked for feeling like getting lost.

Deep inside, he saw something shiny at the bottom. He cleared dirt all over it to see what it is. It gets more shiner like quartz. It is a quartz—a pure substance, shiny, and a little bit heavy mineral.

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He picked it and flew out. The quartz began to drop to the ground causing the surface to rumble and shake. He was a little dizzy of all the shaking and dropped down.

With a quartz on his hands, he wondered what he can do with it. He can't tell it like a duck, but he can puzzle it what it is. He thought it looks like a new, shiny, piece of bread what he never saw before. He bites it to taste it. It was not a bread actually. It harms his beak because it's hard compound.

Still wondering to do with it, he turned around and saw an artery castle. He with the quartz flew to the red building of the library.

Inside the library, Prince Sutar is having a hard time controlling his respect. Queenolia told the prince about the rules.

"If it was for you my boy, I was honored to thy come your behavior of your trust. Tomorrow is your art contest to show the most mercy of who's the best painter and I can tell."

Prince Sutar is so bored about all his explaining to follow them in order. He's also too focus of horsing around. He uses his horn blow as a spit wad towards Queenolia's back and he did (an on purpose and unacceptable prank). It surprises him. He turned his head and looked at him more disappointedly, then Sutar hid the spit wad to hide the prank.

"Prince Sutar! It is not an acceptable manner to treat the class as art," he said and knew everything, especially when he hid the spit wad and grabbed it out. "Especially with spit wad is definitely not allowed as a usual manner. I don't want to see any goofing around like this. Not when you perform at the test of art. You need a behavior chart of all the rules you need to do! Now go to your room and change your behavior."

In his room, he wasn't ready to control his respect and have trouble of getting started.

Suddenly, he heard a quack coming from his window. He opened it and looked outside. There's a duck with a quartz he's holding in his hand. He let him fly inside and dropped the quartz on Sutar's table. The room began to rumble and shake again causing these two to be shook again. Prince Sutar liked this trick. Queenolia heard the rumble and shaking and thought that Sutar is making even more disrespect. He's super disappointed and walked to his room.

Sutar liked that trick and wanted to do this again, but the duck quacked and stopped him. He doesn't want this to happen again. He kept quacking for explaining. Sutar didn't understand what he's meaning.

"I don't understand. What was that?" he asked.

He quacked again.

"Huh?"

He did it again.

"...I don't get it. What is it?"

He did this again and again. Sutar missed the point entirely. "I'm going to call you Quack-Quack."

He slapped his head and showed him the supplies, the rule chart, the quartz, and the easel. Sutar stopped and puzzled in his head and thought.

"Oh, now I see a point." He sat down and took out his supplies. "This is what you're telling me all along?" The duck shook his head yes. "To help me respect and quiet?" He shook his head yes again. "For real?" and then he shook his head yes again. Sutar realizes his behavior and gives the duck a hug. "Thanks Quack-Quack."

Suddenly, they heard knocking at the door and someone calling his name (which is really Queenolia). Sutar can't let this happen again. He hid the duck inside the blanket and pretend nothing is happening.

"Sutar! You were knowing to control your behavior because..." Then, he stopped and watched him doing his own work. "Hmmm that's strange. Never mind."

Sutar cleared his sweat and stopped pretending, then the duck flew out of the table.

"Phew. That was a close one," he said and kept practicing painting... for real with him.

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Later this evening, Prince Sutar and Queenolia are having dinner.

"Remember to answer my words," said Queenolia. "The peas will make you big and healthy. The turkey represents protein."

Sutar is a little tired hardly touching his food.

"You eat them both for the part of the dish. Dessert always comes after supper."

Sutar sighed a little for waiting.

After dinner and dessert, he went back to his room to keep practicing painting with a duck: Quack-Quack.

The next day, everyone gathered around for the art class.

Prince Sutar is extremely ready for his focus and his concentration. He said to himself, "Alright Sutar. You must pay close attention to your work. You have to get a hundred percent on this. You have too."

Just as Queenolia entered the art room, he announced everyone to give the ideas of what they're going to paint. Sutar is thinking to paint this structure quartz and placed it on the top.

Everything began to rumble and rattle and shake again just as everyone held on to their supplies and arts, their clothes, and aprons.

"What was that?" asked Queenolia disappointedly.

"It was only a quartz making some rumbling noises," said Sutar. "I didn't even know what that was for everything to crash almost. It was coming from the quartz."

"This is what happens with all of the rumbling everywhere?"

"I didn't mean to. The trick is not to drop it, or it'll shake everywhere. This quartz is a hard, stoned, mineral."

Queenolia stopped and puzzled at him. "Hmmm... what's gotten into him?"

Just as the art of the quartz started, everyone started painting and picturing about the quartz and the cracks of the quake what the quartz landed on.

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Prince Sutar looked at the quartz and cracks completely and carefully and painted them with the right color of the one it matches to what it is. He holds his palette to add in with the mineral. With a dash of light blue for a pure substance, and deep, pure, blue for the main sparkle of mineral, he painted it with texture. Quack-Quack saw him doing his best getting close attention and so did Queenolia.

Sutar painted more with gray paint and mixed them with dark and light. The gray for the warmth, the coldness, the darkness, and the light and he painted them in just as he shaped the quartz... right on top right and left, and bottom. Now he added some zigzag lines at the bottom of his painting for the cracks. He thought this will be the perfect painting to pass this test as he heard it in a voice inside his head.

Queenolia watched him, saying to himself, "Why I'm I impressed?" And then, he smiled.

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After everyone is done with their own paintings, Queenolia rated each one at a time. He rated all of them except Sutar's. He hasn't done this yet. He checked his to see if it looks better or worse. Then, he checked the real quartz with cracks on it to picture his painting and gasped with a happy smile. "Oh my!"

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Sutar just as the others judge and talked to each other.

"It... looks... marvelous!"

"It does?"

"Yes! I knew you would control your behavior and follow the steps to the structure. You came up with the idea to show how you painted this fine mineral."

"You mean I did pass the test?"

"Why sure."

"I... I did?" He jumped up with excitement saying thank you a lot of times.

"I'm still disappointed of your pranks, but I'm also proud of your hard work. Quite right."

Quack-Quack is also proud of this too. He wants to come in and see just as Sutar looked at him out of the window and explained this to him. "Actually, there's only one reason how did this happen and why is that."

They all stopped and listened to him. Sutar did his explaining to everyone, and they all got this straight.

"So, a duck ended up in your room?" asked Queenolia.

"Yes," he said looking down and feeling bad. "And he taught me about the rules I refuse and gave me a mineralized quartz he quacked. He can't talk, but he did find some explaining and understanding."

"Why I can't say I'm surprised. Where is he?"

Then, Sutar showed him from the window and Quack-Quack flew in.

"This is Quack-Quack. He's a duck, and he understood things. Not everything."

They except Queenolia laughed at him. Queenolia was unsure about his explanation and sighed with disappointment. "You know ducks aren't allowed in the royal castle. He can cause all kinds of mess and trouble, and danger."

But Sutar argued, "But he isn't going to do it at all. He's just remembering his own brain. He's a smart duck. Watch this."

Everyone stopped laughing and looked at Quack-Quack looking at their quartz paintings.

Quack-Quack puzzled and pictured them correctly at each painting they painted. With a yes and/or a no, he shook his head for an answer on each of their ratings of percentage. He even looked at Sutar's and gave a higher rating for him and nodded a yes.

Queenolia puzzled this again and answered, "So, he really does?"

"I'm sorry everyone," Sutar said and lower his head sadly. "I got into a mess with Quack-Quack even if I don't respect you guys. I was not a friend with someone or him or a great listener sometimes. If you want any punishment you going to give to me, I'm ready."

Queenolia stopped and smiled and then, finally giggled. "It's okay your highness. You have a great listener with your own guide."

He brought his head back up and looked at him. "You mean, I have my own sidekick?"

"Why sure."

"So, he can listen with his own partner even though he doesn't understand entirely?" asked someone.

"Absolutely."

Quack-Quack quacked saying absolutely too and Sutar smiled and hugged Quack-Quack and Queenolia.

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Three more ducks appeared through the window and saw Quack-Quack. They all quacked just as Queenolia puzzled again and sighed. "Now what?"

Quack-Quack quacked for an idea, but no one is going to understand his point though.

After his idea, everyone appreciated Quack-Quack's effort and Sutar's concentration, and Queenolia's decision. The three ducks and everyone are all happy with their paintings especially arts and understanding.

The End

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