He was the most handsome male I had ever seen. He had an intense gaze that seemed to mock anyone who stared. He walked with the most graceful swagger that added to his charm, turning his neck sideways. All the females flocked around him, of course, but he was the classic brood. As I stepped out of the lake that sunny afternoon, I saw the worst scene of my life. My handsome brood lay gracelessly in the middle of the road, run over by hundreds of vehicles, until he became a beautiful mess of blood and feathers.