It had only ever been a matter of time. So many moulds for nature to pour into, yes – yes, so many ways for life to alter and adapt – but given infinite room to do so, probability became academic. The paisley duck had always been a sure-fire thing – given time.
It is unlikely, of course, that the flytippers dumping their hand-me-down sofas and grandma’s lampshades right beside the village pond had known this. Still, one wonders, when one thinks of the paisley duck, whether the universe had not prompted them, just a little. Just to get things over and done with.