Mr. Trumpeter Swan: That was a long flight. I am glad we kept on flying through the night instead of stopping to rest. We can rest all summer long here on our own beautiful lake. I know the Ms. will be happy here. The water is so clear, as clear as ice.
Mr. Swan: Quick, pretend like nothings wrong, she is waking up.
Ms. Swan: Big yawn…Good morning, sweetie. Wow, you were right, this place is beauti – wait a minute – why can I stand up? Where did you bring us – the north pole? Really? And what are you trying to do? Swim! I’m starting to think my mother was right about you! I’m outta here!