Skeleton Duck

Meet the Skele-Duck, the rattling terror of the afterlife who traded feathers for pure, calcified attitude. With rib cages clicking like castanets, hollow eye sockets gleaming over a bleached yellow bill, and bony orange paddles churning up the river Styx, this undead waterfowl brings the graveyard straight to the pond. He doesn't quack; he clacks out chilling beats before diving into bone-dry waters to fish for marrow crusts. Buoyant against all laws of anatomy and thoroughly impervious to flesh wounds, the Skele-Duck is the rattling, low-drag specter here to wake the dead one clatter at a time.