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Pip smiled. He still didn’t know why his voice had split. But he no longer needed to know.

And one moment, just before sunset, he quacked at nothing at all— preep —and the preep didn’t feel wrong anymore. It felt like a key turning in a lock.

He just swam, and quacked, and preeped —and the world was wide enough for both. quack preep

Pip sat with Hodge and Tethys until the sky turned orange. And slowly, carefully, he began to experiment. He quacked at the ripples— preep . He quacked at the moon— preep . He quacked at his own fear— preep .

It was as if his voice had split in two: the first half was a proper duck’s quack, but the second half was a tiny, squeaky preep , like a chick that had swallowed a whistle. Pip smiled

The bog fell silent.

"Then you understand," said Hodge. "A broken sound is just a sound that hasn’t found its song yet." And one moment, just before sunset, he quacked

And the bog filled with strange, beautiful, imperfect sounds: croak-ding, squawk-moo, quack-boing, hiss-pop.