We swam to the swan to ask if he sweat, in order to enable us to settle a bet, when the young swan shrieked and down swooped several more, yelling with beaks pointed at the sun and long swan tongues wagging in the air like fingers. Not a lot of fucking fun. We swam back toward the shore and then waded some more and were covered with leeches who loved sucking our blood and I dared one of my brothers to eat one. He swallowed the slime in no time because he was always, in all ways, seeking gold and he knew that I would pay him. But in truth I was broke and it was only a joke, it was horrid to see him slurping.