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I’m a really lucky duck. I was passed from hand to hand, but the last hand knew that I needed a farm to live on and he drove all way out here to make sure I’d be ok. Some people are A-OK. He named me Walter. Turns out I’m a girl, but I love the name Walter. I’m a Muscovy duck which means that I can fly (most domestic ducks cannot). I also don’t quack. I whisper. I sort of like sitting on people’s laps and being stroked under my beak. But most of all I love being with my friend Emmy who is a domesticated Mallard. Sometimes we let Vern the duck hang out with us, too. But Weeble and Wobble (and sometimes Vern) are jerks. Just for the record. We avoid them and have our own private parties.
