I've never heard of such a thing. And I've certainly never seen a duck that looked like that, though I suppose there's a bit of a...er, duckish look to it, still.

[She gets up, absently smoothing out her skirts, and turns to look at the Beautifly with squared shoulders, which makes the notably large insect perk up.

Perhaps its mistress is finally going to acknowledge it, after all.]

And what about you, then? Are you mine?

[SHE'S TALKING TO A BUG...]