The Duck Stops Here

Part 1---THE OBSESSION

A few years ago. my dad gave me a little duck in my Christmas stocking with the Hilton Hotel logo on its chest. Around its neck was a little tag with a poem that read:

Rub a dub dub

Here's a duck for the tub

In case you forgot your own

We've provided all the comforts of home.

Here it is, with my ducky-pajama teddy bear.

      That's pretty close, anyway. But it started a collection that I hold very dear; my incredible, stupendous,  cheer-bringing RUBBER DUCKIES.

 At right are photos of my ducks in the "Pond", as I call them, divided into groups according to interesting features about them. If you have a duck you no longer want, be it an outgrown child's toy or something from a box of junk, please contact me and perhaps we can work up a deal. I am always adding to the Pond and I am always amazed at the variety I see in duckies out there.

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Planet Liz

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