It's just Ducky, Fang. She was rummaging in the Captain's trunk for a Danish dictionary for Carnaby and she was balancing precariously on the bottles, fell in, and I had to fish her out.
Her feathers were ruffled, but she's fine. No luck with the dictionary.
Maybe one of the reindeer can translate Reinhard's list of Christmas presents for us. They are quite friendly, you know. When we collected their droppings for Herman Simpson's reindeerburger with onion and cheese for dinner the other evening one of them winked at me.
