Description
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. I’ve gradually made friends with Virgil (also a Muscovy duck) but he has a bit of a high opinion of himself. I prefer the company of Louie, the very old and wise goose who hangs out with us.
