“It has no feathers.” “Of course it doesn’t,” Molly noted. “It’s a duckling. It has fuzz.” Duffy was not impressed. The small thing was squeaky and looked utterly too squeashy. She wasn’t even sure it was waterproofed. She shook her head. She never was good with small squeaky, squeashy, clingy things. “It’s only for a … Continue reading Sitting Duck