The duck moved, quacking loudly at its attacker, it stretched its wings out to make himself seem bigger and began pecking it's own beak out at the much larger bird-thing.<br/><br/>A sharp pain suddenly emerged between the Griffon's eyes, springing up rapidly on his beak...<br/><br/>"NO, BAD BEAKY, BAD." Mary had produced her stick again, and was rapping it down upon the great creature's head and beak as she addressed it like a small child.<br/><br/>"STOP, BAD BOY, YOU NO EAT MISTER FEATHERS." her voice was strict and firm, a perfect imitation of the one that everyone used so often on her.<br/><br/>"BE A GOOD BIRD BEAKY, YOU TWO BE FRIENDS." the girl's face was level with the Griffon's now.<br/><br/>"NO~. EAT~. YOU UNDERSTAND? NO~. EAT~." she drew the words out to make sure he could understand her.<br/><br/>The small girl now stood between the two birds, one hand on her hip as she held the index finger of her other little hand close to the Large Creatures face, pointed out at the Griffon in the same way one would a bad dog.