Allow me to explain...

...hypothetically you're one of those ducks and you just entered the proverbial world with nothing but your baby duck wit and apparently some sort of built-in auto-lining feature to guide you. But you have no idea what the f7ck is going on. You're a baby duck for Christ's sake. You have no idea what is what. All you know is where some things come from, and accordingly where/who/what you should follow, so as long as no one come along and removes the entire guiding set or and puts you in a dark box only with seeming fake puppet shadows to play with or blows you over with the force of a God like wind you can't even comprehend, things are cool right?

Right. Especially is you live at Disneyland I presume. But I'm pretty sure baby ducks don't even know what branding is, so they could prolly care less, but yet I bet they do like the tourist food and mentality and maybe even the steamboat and island at some point and just assume the entire world is like that...

But then if you just so happen to find yourself in this set one day...tumbling...