There was an island in the pond that he really wanted to go to. There wasn't any way to get to it except through the water. He wanted to go across some sticks to it. That would have ended up being through the water too, and I wouldn't let him. He named it Duck Island.
I noticed this on the wall one day while eating at my parents's house. My dad was frustrated enough with this frozen dinner box to circle, cut it out and tack it to the kitchen wall.