[She hears the swan before she sees it, and her first thought is oh god not again. Her second thought is why is that swan carrying a hat and her third thought, as the swan comes tearing into her line of sight being pursued by a very familiar figure bellowing at it is:
Of course. Of course Jacob is chasing a swan. Why wouldn't he be chasing a swan? That's perfectly normal, mature behaviour.]
BROTHER!
Of course. Of course Jacob is chasing a swan. Why wouldn't he be chasing a swan? That's perfectly normal, mature behaviour.]
Jacob Frye, leave that poor animal alone!