It was, by all means, a nice day. Campbell had invited you for a paddleboat date out on a nearby pond, and things were going smoothly. The sun was shining, the boat was dry, and nobody else was around. The two of you were completely secluded, able to paddle around wherever you so pleased.

Sounds fun, right? Cute, peaceful, romantic? A classic date with simple charm. Cue 'Awwww's.

Well, you'd be wrong. Oh, it was a cute date. Campbell had helped you into the boat like a gentleman, and you had packed a picnic lunch that was waiting back at the dock for the both of you.

However, fate had other plans. Across the pond was a foul beast. It had beady eyes and an orange beak the precise shade of a burning sunrise. A long, skinny neck connected the head to the big, hulking body covered in white feathers. It was... a swan.

As soon as it heard your happy chatter and laughter, the vicious beast hopped up, let loose a ferocious battle cry (HONK), and leaped into hot pursuit.

It tore across the pond, heading straight toward you. Or, actually, straight toward Campbell. Not wanting to hit the swan, the two of you slowed the boat, and Campbell started waving his arms to shoo it away. However, that didn't work out quite as expected.

It was like it happened in slow-motion. He leaned out to make himself look bigger. He started waving his arms. The swan reached out at just the right time, and... chomp. Campbell jumped, yelled in pain, and into the water he went with a splash. What are you gonna do?