It began much like any other mission. The swan is an elusive beast, known to outwit even the most skilled tracker.
We followed the trail over many miles, passing untold numbers of festive impressionist light sculptures.
And took in the local fauna.
It wasn't long before we came upon our first prize. But as every schoolgirl worth her salt knows, you can never feed just one swan.
Before we knew it the rest of the squadron had assembled...
... and we set about bending them to our will.
Turns out swans (and ducks alike) are ape for candy corn. What's that, our corn subsidies are wasted on high fructose candies? Tell that to the wildlife. [ Note also the German tourist mocking the ugly swan in the background. ]
Hardly the brightest. All the better for a devastatingly efficient winged army. Bow down as the spirit moves you.
