You spinkle the contents of the bag across the surface of the water and begin to walk across the carpet of breadcrumbs towards the opposite shore. This plan succeeds perfectly well until you are about two thirds of the way across, when a flock of ducks appear out of nowhere and begin to eat the breadcrumbs! 'Panhandlers!' you cry as your impromptu bridge disappears from under you. The last things you hear are the ducks' quacks of laughter as the current sucks you under. FIN.