Emerging onto the fields overlooking the pond, Valetni scowls and the quacks of ducks fill the air, and the honk of a goose. Grim faced, he grips the handle of the sledgehammer in both hands, bungling thews wrangling a creaking noise from the wood. With slow, meditative breaths he controls his natural impulse to fly into a rage of mighty justice. This place must be sterilized, but poison was a lot cleaner than a sledgehammer. Though not nearly as satisfying...<br/><br/>With the hint of a smile on his face, Valetni strides back to his shed. "Ah, so here you've been all this time!" he exclaims, finding the bottle of squirrel poison sitting on a shelf right at eye level. "But that means..." He paces over to the other poisons, and notices a glaring absence where his duck poison would have been.<br/><br/>"Guess I'll have to do it the old fashioned way!" He exclaims brightly, hefting the sledgehammer and heading for the door.