[The swan is taking this momentary distraction as an opportunity to gleefully scamper off in the general direction of a body of water, its prize still clutched in its beak.

Jacob, meanwhile, shakes his head, incredulous. Trust Evie to immediately take the swan’s side over Jacob’s when it’s perfectly obvious that the stupid bird is the aggressor here.]

That poor animal stole the hat I just bought! I didn’t even do anything to it before it swooped in and took it right off my head, the cheeky little sod!