A weathered old fisherman in a yellow raincoat stands at the edge of a misty lake at dawn, gripping a bent rod with both hands. His line goes taut and he's dragged forward, boots skidding on the dock. He plants his feet, veins popping, and wrestles for a full 10 seconds while a bird watches nearby. With a final heave, a huge rubber duck the size of a refrigerator launches out of the water and lands on the dock with a squeak. He stares at it, deadpan. The duck squeaks again. Handheld documentary style, golden morning light, slow-motion on the big pull. Total length: 20 seconds.