Many years ago, in Lake Makantoua, lived strange ducks that hatched golden eggs. And this is why, of course, they were different from all the others. But as they themselves would say, "it's good to be different, but most of the time it's better not to be different". Every duck that laid a golden egg would die. And this would happen only when a human hand would touch the red patch that they had on their necks. That is the fairy-tale the little girl heard from her grandmother. What will happen, though, when the fairy-tale comes true and the last strange duck offers the last golden egg to the little girl?