I was fishing where I should not have been fishing, and I took something I should not have taken. I fished a baby bunyip out of the water. What is a bunyip? Well, it is a creature that is something between a calf and a seal.
I wanted to take it home to my sweetheart, so that her brothers and sisters could play with it. I ignored the mother’s cries of distress as I ran away with her baby.
She sent the water after me. It swept me away from my home, and changed me. I am a black swan now, and a black swan never changes back. I am not alone, though. There are other black swans in the water who have tried to take things that are not their own. We talk to one another. We remember.