Hwegh, Hwegh, Hwegh, the number of the (Cornish Duck) Beast.
“Hwegh!” cried out the duck, as he stood upon the sedimentary shore of his village pond.
“Hwegh!” a second time. The other ducks looked up from their self-reflections to see what the fuss was all about, quizzical looks in their eyes.
“Hwegh!” a third time. The ducks looked around and about – there must be something wrong; but, no matter how hard they scanned, near and far, they could see nothing to raise any concerns.
“Hugh is just winding us up.” said Jemima to Daphne,”He can be a little devil sometimes.”
Daphne agreed, and soon the ducks had returned to their self-reflection.
Hugh gaggled like a goose (but quietly) to himself.
