"That's so cute!" the Blonde Duck squealed, coming over and gently stroking my head. "He has so much fuzz!"
"Isn't he cute?" Ben said as he jiggled me in his hand.
I'm cute! I thought to myself in delight. Even though I'm not glittery or shiny, they still like me! Hooray!
"Do it again!" the Blonde squealed. "Make him go skiing again!"
Oh no, I thought in dismay, wishing I could shake my head. Don't do it again. Don't go skiing again.
We went skiing again.And again. And again. And again.
And finally, we went skiing again.
Mussed and windblown, I was returned to my perch on tree. This time, I stood tall and proud.
For I was the fuzzy Christmas duck.