"Yes you are, because I'm gonna shove that sandwich down your--"

And then came the splash.

Eyes widening to circles, Heather's head whipped around fast enough that a human's neck would have snapped had it attempted the same thing.

She stared at the spot where the fishing rod had been for a second or two, bristly neck feathers standing straight up, before figuring out what had happened.

Letting out a harsh squawk of indignant surprise, she leaped upright and hurried over to the spot.

"HEY!!"