Like an echo from the past, words long forgotten were repeated. "New pieces adorned the board, but was the game even still the same? Did the pawns still have a part to play, or was this an altogether more dangerous game?" They had misinterpreted them once and it had all but cost them their town. Surely nothing, and no one, could prevent the inevitable?
More than one person was still lying, but only mistakes could still save Duckton from the fingers of fate.
The day drifted like a drifter drifting on driftwood. It had started with a splash, but the waves of accusation had subsided into an uneasy calm. Finally a decision was reached. The cop cast the final stone on the pond of resolution, and it skipped along towards its target. She had proven a loyal servant to her employer, but today her luck had finally run out. She was confused and scared, and her experienced skills had no power during the harsh light of day.