My name is Chance and I killed my duck. I ripped out is innards and sent them flying..innards were everywhere. Far Guy said “Stop already, take it to Far Side and she will fix it for you.”
Okie dokie..here it is..
She would never have made a good surgeon..but she stuffed that squeaker back in and sewed it all up. It only has one little wing. I think someone may have eaten the other wing accidently. It is almost good as new..and may last a couple more
days minutes. My duck used to live on top of the fridge and then someone who is tall forgot to put it back up one day last summer..so it has been in my toy bucket..it is one of my favorite toys.
Yes, my name is Chance and I love my duck to pieces:)