Swan Dance 

Simon the  swan was the last out on  the lake  as always. All the older  and may  I say  wiser swans  were  all nested up  and cosy. Not  Simon as always  he was out moon dancing and  dreaming moon dreams.

They all said, the old ones,  that  he  would  come to no good, have a sticky  end. It didn’t  matter  where  they  were, lake, river or stream  Simon was always  the odd one out. Maybe  this  was  true  but Simon  just  wanted  to  experience  more, fly, swim or  waddle  further  than any  of  the others in  his Bevy.

So here he was on his  own in the middle of  the night on the lake  moon dreaming. Suddenly  there  was a sudden  flash of  light  and  flapping of  wings. Simon looked up in astonishment  as the most stunning  and unusual  bird… creature? came into view!

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