Lucy's Christmas duck is dead. Nope. It didn't last a month. Honestly, it has been on it's last leg...no, wing for a while. The beak is chewed. The feet have been torn off. The stuffing is gone (with squeaker that we retrieved before Lucy could eat it). Only the neck had any filling left...until last night.
See the stuffing scattered all over the floor?! Lucy still loves her duck, but it's a goner. It is now just a torn, sad piece of fabric that needs to be tossed. Now I need to catch her asleep so that I can give the duck a proper "adios" to our trash can without Lucy noticing. 'Wish me luck...
1 comment:
Well, at least it was fun while it lasted. :)
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