She was the fairest of the fowl in the land of Avon. Her feathers so soft, and yet crisply white. She was the epitome of grace, as she glided on the royal blue lake.
The sight of her reminded everyone, how beautiful well-bred country girls could be. There was strength in her neck and knowing in her soft eyes.
She, too was of the Birmingham Winggs. And her life, for now at least, was just ducky :)