After leaving the cold of Moscow behind, Lachlan followed the sunrise westward, finally reaching the heart of England. He swooped over the winding River Thames, his reflection shimmering in the water. Big Ben chimed in the distance, and the aroma of fish and chips filled the air.

Curious about British cuisine, Lachlan waddled toward a riverside café, where a friendly passerby offered him a bit of warm scone. As he explored further, he found himself in a park where a flock of swans eyed him with curiosity.

Would he find a home here, or was there one final stop on his adventure?

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