Moon had been near the river washing when, from the opposite shore, came a noise like cat being strangled. Prince shot out of his cattail covered bed like a bullet, around his long neck was a rope and on the opposite end was a chicken. It was screaming like crazy, another appeared and seemed to be cheering it's friend on. They were young by their looks, shiny feathered dingbats on a one way suicide mission for adventure and fun. The swan took a dead stop the rope continued forward on to the bank, the chicken on the end hit the ground and lay there. His friend stopped cheering and started calling, Moon still slightly stunned headed for the downed bird. It lay, tongue out, feet twitching in the air, it's buddy now attempting to ford the river. She knelt next to it and listened for breathing, the swan still hissing in the distance.