Being homeless, horribly cold and starved half to death didn't help give the place any redeeming values. As Tegwen awakened, her back nearly frozen to the metal foot of a large bridge that led a path away from St. Canard, she somehow found more resentment for the city in which she had been orphaned.

Cars screamed by Tegwen on that bridge, each driver too consumed in his own meaningless life to care about the girl sleeping at the side of the road. Another miserable night, brooded Tegwen as she gathered what few belongings she had. Setting off on her way back into St. Canard to scavenge for her breakfast, she spotted a huge pool of mud in the gutter. It was a reminder of the late November rainstorm that had battered the city only two nights before. Thinking back at how long it took her to find shelter, she was amazed she hadn't caught pneumonia.

The young duck finally smiled slightly. Mud. Tegwen's mother always used to let her make mud sculptures after it rained in Duckburg. As she passed the mud puddle and all her concentration turned to thoughts of her mother, Tegwen's tiny smile faded. Suddenly, and almost as if to remind Tegwen of how she hated St. Canard, a station wagon sped by and cut through the deep brownish-black puddle.

Mud splashed up from its tires, covering Tegwen and her only outfit. She stood there for a moment, stunned by her poor luck. Slowly, Tegwen looked down at herself, only to see her shirt completely ruined.

"I hate this city!" Screamed Tegwen, jumping up and down furiously for a few moments before composing herself. Without another thought, Tegwen headed for the upscale streets of St. Canard.

Tegwen received disapproving glares and distasteful sneers from the citizens who wandered the more affluent streets of the city. She tried to ignore the disgusted looks but found it harder than she originally thought it would be.

Slipping into a new Wak-Mart Supercenter, Tegwen heaved a heavy sigh of relief. "I hate, hate, hate these ducks!" She muttered, lowering her head as if searching for something along the white granite floor tiles. She began her search for new clothing.