Becky likes to go to McDonald’s and pick up the wrong order.

Right now she’s sitting on the edge of the canal, tucking into her nugs. She’s got a diet coke on the go and a dime bar McFlurry to look forward to.

So far she hasn’t been caught. They never ask for the receipt. And most people aren’t paying attention until it’s too late.

She can’t go back too many times. People will start to suspect.

But for now she’s got her nuggets. They ordered three sauces, whoever it was. Twelve nugs. Four nuggies per dip. People don’t know how good they’ve got it.

A swan swims up to her.

“Cool nugs you got there Beck,” says the swan.

Becky knows not to trust swans. But she’s polite. She answers with a neutral question, changing the subject, “Hey Callum, did you see the match last night? Ducks must’ve been practising.”

Last night the geese and the ducks went head to head in an 11-a-side. No one expected the ducks to win. They’ll be playing the swans tomorrow.