Hah. Well, uh. You might want to shut the door, before I dump out the sack.

[He grins, and waits, and as soon as the room's exits are closed off, he upends the bag and dumps out a little family of unimpressed and understandably annoyed ducklings, who immediately begin plapping around the floor and trying to bite the toes of his boots.]

Something wild got the mother, but I think I managed to round up every one of these little guys. Kinda figured if you're as good at growing ducklings as you are at growing flowers, maybe we'll all have a nice supply of eggs going one of these days.