[ He sighs in relief. The ducks are not a metaphor. They're just good ducks who deserve better. ]

Fucking night creatures, can't even fight things that can fight back. Just going after ducks.

[ There's a basket on the table. The duck eggs, some early-spring greens and berries. A few more things from the kitchen garden. ]

The least they could do is bother the swans. Swans don't just mind their own business. Swans'll have your eye out. Swans could beat the shit out of anything that looked at them wrong.

[ MAD ABOUT DUCKS. ]