You are sitting in the back of the taxi, happily biting into a date you bought at the airport, and you get the feeling there would be a shorter way: This isn’t the quickest way to my hotel.
The bite into the date stands for this, up front the driver is eating a duck (isn’t) in his chair (the), on the seat beside him a pig squeaks on a few branches (quickest), he drives around a pond (way) and steps on it (to) – after all, it is only a mile to the hotel (my hotel). The only genuinely new image in this sentence is the mile; you already know the rest.