Once upon a time there was a Little Blue Duck. Being sad didn't make him blue. He was naturally blue...the prettiest shade...almost a Robin's egg blue and he was tiny, very tiny.
Imaging his life, I surmised he lived on a small farm with other "little" animals...horses, cows, pigs and maybe even a chicken or two. Life on the farm was grand because they all gathered, after spending their day in the sunny barnyard, in the old cozy barn each evening to be together. They told stories of their adventures there on the farm. They talked about seeing the farmer riding the tractor and cutting the hay. They were not afraid when the woman of house came to collect eggs, as she was a kind, sweet person.
Then one day, one of the little boys, who also lived at the farm, took the Little Blue Duck with him for a ride in the car. The little duck had heard horrible stories about other masters taking their pets for a ride in the country and returning by themselves. He was afraid that he was about to experience that same fate.
As he was clutched tightly in the little boy's hand (because that's how tiny the Blue Duck was...small enough to fit nicely into a little boy's hand), the pickup truck (or perhaps it was the blue van driven by the sweet woman) hit a huge bump in the road. The little boy's arm flew up in the air and the Little Blue Duck fell from the young boy's hand right out of the open window.
But don't worry, the Little Blue Duck was found by a nice lady and her two dogs as they walked to the top of the mountain one hot humid morning.
Will the owner of the Little Blue Duck please come by and pick him up. He is here...safe and sound in A Quiet Corner.
Holy Moosepoops! I forgot today is Tuesday and time to head over to Angela's at West Virginia Treasures' Tuesdays Show & Tail...:)