The Swan

The Swan


“But you’re a swan…”

The swan nodded its head. It made an obscene gesture with one of its wings.

Leda folded her arms and stared at the swan, a mixture of emotions brewing on her face. The swan stared back expectantly.

“You… are… a… swan!” she cried incredulously.

The swan made the obscene gesture again, this time with considerably more enthusiasm. She could have sworn it was smiling.

Leda stared at the gesticulating swan with eyes wide. Her thoughts then turned to the men back in Sparta.

She sighed loudly.

“Oh… hell, why not,” she said as she threw her hands in the air. “I’ll try anything once. What’s the worst that could happen?”