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“Then one spring day, everything changed. A little lost duckling ambled through the front gate and walked right up to Duck. What’s this? wondered Duck. It had a bill like a duck and feet like a duck. But she had never seen such a small duck before, or one so yellow and fuzzy.”
― Randy Cecil, Duck

“She would lie down on the cobblestones and look up at the stars. She wondered how close flying ducks could get to the stars. And when Duck fell asleep, she dreamed she was among them.”
― Randy Cecil, Duck