In a small lake somewhere close to the Canadian border in the Pacific Northwest, the mallards slumber.
The Goldenbeast wastes no time interrupting their daily routine, gleefully chasing them off the docks and into the deeper waters.
The ducks show an eerie lack of disquiet during the chase, swimming just far enough ahead to keep the beast swimming after them as they head to the center of the lake.
One gets the disturbing feeling they have done this before. Instead of leaving when the beast hits land, they come closer. Quacking their siren song, they lure the unsuspecting labradors of summer to their exhausted limits in the center of the lake, where they might sink below the surface, never to be heard from again.
These are evil avians.
Fortunately for our hero, the Goldenbeast is fitted with an anti-drowning flotation device against just such attacks.
Ha ha! Take that, malicious mallards!
Over to their killing fields, where the beast floats like a cloud over the bones of those not-so-fortunate victims buried in the muck 45 feet below. He will not drown.
Tiring of their game, the ducks lead their quarry back to his home waters, hoping he will leave them the hell alone.