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Just then four more wild ducks flew over their heads. They were flying very low. They were easy to hit.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! went the guns.
The ducks flew on.
'We missed!' said Mr Gregg. 'That's funny.'
Then, to everyone's surprise, the four ducks turned around and came flying right back to the guns.
'Hey!' said Mr Gregg. 'What on earth are they doing? They are really asking for it this time!' He shot at them again. So did the boys. And again they all missed!
Mr Gregg got very red in the face. 'It's the light,' he said. 'It's getting too dark to see. Let's go home.'
So they started for home, carrying with them the sixteen birds they had shot before.
But the four ducks would not leave them alone. They now began flying around and around the hunters as they walked away.
Mr Gregg did not like it one bit. 'Be off!' he cried, and he shot at them many more times, but it
was no good. He simply could not hit them. All the way home those four ducks flew around in the sky above their heads, and nothing would make them go away.
Late that night, after Philip and William had gone to bed, Mr Gregg went outside to get some wood for the fire.
He was crossing the yard when all at once he heard the call of a wild duck in the sky.
He stopped and looked up. The night was very still. There was a thin yellow moon over the trees on the hill, and the sky was filled with stars. Then Mr Gregg heard the noise of wings flying low over his head, and he saw the four ducks, dark against the night sky, flying very close together. They were going around and around the house.
Mr Gregg forgot about the firewood, and hurried back indoors. He was now quite afraid. He did not like what was going on. But he said nothing about it to Mrs Gregg. All he said was, 'Come on, let's go to bed. I feel tired.'
So they went to bed and to sleep.
When morning came, Mr Gregg was the first to wake up.
He opened his eyes.
He was about to put out a hand for his watch, to see the time.
But his hand wouldn't come out.
'That's funny,' he said. 'Where is my hand?'
He lay still, wondering what was up.
Maybe he had hurt that hand in some way?
He tried the other hand.
That wouldn't come out either.
He sat up.
Then, for the first time, he saw what he looked like!
He gave a yell and jumped out of bed.
Mrs Gregg woke up. And when she saw Mr Gregg standing there on the floor, she gave a yell, too.
For he was now a tiny little man!
