Leda and the Swan

--So much for the swan.
--He was more violent than we'd thought.
--Horrible. Look at her fingers.
--Individually broken. My god.
--Not all swans are that vicious.
--No mercy. He had no mercy.
--Look at her face.
--That hideous grin. He must have arranged it afterwards.
--I regret our choice.
--Yes. But how were we to know? Who could imagine...a swan...
--I never imagined...
--He cut her belly open. Straight down the middle. Almost like surgery.
--But look. He made a mess of the arm. A violent contrast.
--Jesus.
--What do we do now?
--Find him. Kill him.
--Maybe an egret next time.
--Yes...perhaps an egret.
--A well-adjusted egret.
--An egret with nothing to prove.
--An egret might well be superior.
--No more swans.
--No more swans.
--Poor Leda.

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