Pig: What's going on, l'il guard duck?
Duck: The love of my life, Maura, my soulmate, the benevolent savior of my miserable existance, never returned from her winter migration.
Pig: So, what are you doing?
Duck: I'm packing up every single birthday gift she ever gave me. I never want to be reminded of her again.
Pig: It's empty.
Duck: She never could remember my birthday.