#(I can just imagine Gladstone and Fausto having fun little wagers; seeing who's luck 'wins' X3 )

[ducktales-wco-oo]

✩ { @birdhcuse } ✩ - Continued from ★

{ ☆ } Hand carefully holds his little boy’s, the other one casually in the pocket of his deep green blazer. Rich fabric goes perfectly with the lush foliage surrounding them (although, not exactly what one might expect an avid hiker to wear) the dappled sunlight streaming through the treetops accenting the golden feathers sitting atop his head. If one didn’t know better, they'd assume there was a photographer hidden in the bushes. Taking staged and near-perfect photos of the father and son duo. “Watch your step, Champ...” Chimes Gladstone, helping Fausto step over a fallen branch. (he might be lucky, but he isn’t invincible)

Gaze darts over to a rustling in the nearby bushes, eyes wide with interest as several possibilities shoot through his mind. A rabbit? A fox? A deer? A stray horse to be returned to its owner for a hefty reward? (all of which has happened before on their walks) “What do you reckon’ is over there?” Gladstone asks in a hushed voice, not wanting to startle whatever creature seems to be visiting them shortly... “How about we make a li’l wager? Winner gets an extra helpin’ of dessert tonight...” He playfully adds, aiming a smile down at his son. “I bet that it’s goin’ to be... some kind of exotic bird. What do you think?” { ☆ }