| This is the story of Old Duck Told by Sawyer, age 35 months |
| Once about a time when I lived in my Mommy's tummy she got a duck for me. She kept him in my cradle until I was born. When I first saw him he didn't know me so I said, 'Hi, My name Sawyer. Do you wanna play with me?'. He is a special duck and I love him. I sleep with him every night and when I was little I used to suck on his tail. |
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| He became old and I changed his name from Ducky to Old Duck. He got a big hole in him and Mommy sewed him up but he kept coming apart. One night Daddy said Old Duck needed to be taped up. That worked much better. |
| This is what he looks like now. I take him everywhere with me. People always notice him and say that he must be loved a lot. I love my Old Duck and he loves me! |
| Here is a picture of two Old Ducks. The one on the left I call New Old Duck. Mommy and Daddy call him 'insurance'. I'm not sure what that means. I like to run around the house yelling, 'I love Old Duck, I love Old Duck!' So, that is his story. Hope you liked it. |