Valetni reaches his shack, slightly out of breath after the long uphill climb. With one hand over his mouth and nose, h advances towards the shack. With watering eyes, Valetni kicks open the door and tosses the sack inside before retreating to a safe distance. From inside comes the panicked honking as the duck flaps around desperately trying to escape from the room. The honking and flapping sounds grow weaker as time passes. After several minutes, there is only silence from the shack.<br/><br/>Brother Valetni walks around the the rear and empties another sack of fertilizer, seven more sacks, and there were at least seven more ducks down by the pound. "I think I'll check every hour." He says, as he heads back down towards the pond, a merry song in his head and a jauntily whistled tune on his lips. Soon, the cleansing would commence in full.