Without further ado...

The photo above is my DS 2 with "his duck". He said, "I meant I wanted a cute little yellow one, not a beast like this." I really did teach my children to be gracious. And if I'm honest, I can't say I blame him on this one.



DEAD MAN {I mean} DUCK-BILL WALKING!!!!!!!!!! {I couldn't resist the thought or the picture to show why I had this thought.}

Llama the Duck inspects his new home.

Now to add to this story just a wee bit more. Yesterday I was sharing it in the teacher's lunchroom at school and Ms. Greenpeace (that's not her name...but she is rather Earthy) says, "You know those ducks can't fly if they are molting. And they are known to carry tuberculosis."

I'm not sure how she knows that. But THAT certainly made me even happier about this chain of events.

Seriously, if you think about it (REALLY HARD), it's a special thing to have friends who will go to the nth degree to try and make your "dream" come true. I mean they had to capture this thing. I know it took three of them. I think my DS will look back on it and be touched by their effort and, yes, generosity.

And, THAT, my friends, is the end of my duck saga!! Have a QUACKY day!!