So when it was dark and the moon was full, Queenie followed the column of Bed-Bugs down the garden path. They went through the gate, along the road, and into the park.
She knocked on the Duck House door gently and stepped inside. “Err… excuse me,” she faltered, “I wonder if you could help me?”
The ducks were very surprised to see something as funny-looking as Queenie and wondered what on earth she was doing there?
“I’ve been told I need feathers,” she explained and explained too about being cold and thin and quivery.
“I see,’ said a very nice duck. “Now you just leave everything to me.”
And with that, she turned to the others and whispered. And soon they were all smiling and nodding. They all stood up and without a word or a quack, they flapped their wings very hard.
They flapped and they shook and they flapped again until every loose feather fell out.