'Some say we look like the figure 2'

'People are weird,' said Mildred.

'Got any bread, pal,' said George.

Unfortunately I didn't, and they both looked a bit miffed.

'Can we expect the pitter-patter of tiny webbed feet soon?' I enquired.

'Bring us some nice bread next time, and we might tell you.'

Oh well, a deal is a deal.

My extra shot is entitled: 'The Lt. widgeons.' (Ask your grandfather)