Three ducks

We’re in the study. Lillian has found the pair of wooden, decorated Korean ducks that Nick gave us at our wedding. She was playing with them.

“One of those is the mummy duck, and one is the daddy duck.” I said.

“Which one is the mummy?”

“The one with the string around its beak.”

“So this one must be the daddy!” she said, taking the other duck. But then she paused. Something was missing.

“Where is the baby duck?” she asked.

“There isn’t one!” I explained.

“I know!” She raced off, returning soon after with a yellow bath-toy duck. She placed it alongside the two larger ducks.

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