"Whew! I'm getting too old for this hot weather. Wish I could trade this feather overcoat for something cooler. Even though I'm molting, I still find this feather ensemble stifling. Oh well, at least the color is right," moaned Caesar.
"Chill out, big guy," arfed Cleotoo. "At least you don't have to sit on a hot pile of eggs and keep them from soft-boiling, freezing, breaking or whatever. Stop complaining and bring me a cool stalk of duckweed." The cygnets look cool, wearing a blend of airy fuzz and a few nubs of feathers. Despite the heat, they are practicing a "Starburst." They begin in a straight line, their little feet paddling furiously like churning water wheels, then the two middle ones shoot off at right angles, one left and the other right, forming a square. Then, at some magic moment, they turn counter-clockwise and chase each other in a circle, ending in complete submersion with lots of splashing and wave-making. "See Caesar, that's the way to be cool." "Perhaps, but it isn't dignified." "Okay so your too old for synchronized swimming, but savor the summer because all too soon, you'll be cooling your large bottom on this ten acre ice cube and you'll thank your Maker for your downy underwear and fine, feathered sweater. Say, how will a Starburst look on ice?" "Totally awesome!"