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I said to myself just as I sat down to check in, I hope Quacker quacks. And he did! But once in the beginning and once at the end. I'd love to know what makes him quack. I keep saying him but I think he's a she, right? That little Quaker breaks my heart. One Easter, we were allowed two ducks. They were fluffy yellow. Thinking they liked to swim, we put them in the bath tub, but too soon.One died, and I told my sister it was hers who died. She's never forgotten or forgiven me.. Nor have I. But my duck grew to be big as Quacker. One day, she was out in the yard and I heard a big splash. She had decided to swim in the baby pool. This duck could fly a little. In the end, sadly, she was taken "to the farm". I sure hope so.

Yes the rain on the roof sounds a bit like a crackling fire.

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