When genetics go awry.

Teenage mutant ninja duck.

His name is Raphael, and he is a teenage mutant ninja duck.  The feathered vigilante patrols the local park, keeping his fellow creatures safe from the vagaries of crim-animals.  The red mask gives anonymity, the battle scared wing divulges the fearless tenacity which its owner bears.  No predator would dare disturb the pond and its inhabitants while he is present.

Normally Raphael basks in the sunshine, watching his furred and feathered friends frolicking about the garden.  Everything is peaceful; the humans arrive with goodies paying homage to the inhabitants.  The flock gathers.  Anticipation is palpable.  The daily ritual of  the "feeding of the birds" begins.

The squirrels descend from their lofty heights.  Although they are not the intended recipients of this benevolence,  they benefit from the generosity of these strange upright visitors.  An occasional tidbit is thrown their way, and they are only too happy to pounce on the tasty morsel.  There is enough for everyone.  The tempo of mayhem starts to pick up as more of the park's inhabitants arrive for the buffet.  Soon it will all be gone, and there is a growing sense of panic.

The humans would be overcome with riotous desperation had Raphael not been present.  The pond creatures know their place, and any thought of uprising is quickly smothered.  It only takes a stern look from the red masked duck to stay their paw, wing, and fin.  Order is reestablished.  The feeders do not realize how close they came to succumbing to the moment.  Adrenaline curbed, the gathering disperses as the food disappears.

The humans stare at the odd creature, suspecting genetics had played a cruel trick upon it.  The term "scraggly" seems generous.  Its feet appear as if built from a random assortment of coloured beads.  The damaged wing only adds to the ludicrous visage.  Yet underneath lies coiled muscles of steel and the knowledge of how to wield them.  Raphael, the teenage mutant ninja duck, has saved the unwitting visitors from certain death.  His thoughts as they depart, "Dudes, next time bring a pizza."