The duck in the bed is named Muckaluck. He rarely goes a day without being told he’s mucked things up. Perhaps this is why he prefers to sleep and dream. He does it quite a bit.
At last he is awake and he’s now in the kitchen with Momma.
Momma’s not too happy with Muckaluck’s sleeping in.
Muckaluck just wants his Momma to be happy. She sends him off to play with his friends.
Muckaluck finds his friends. They’re playing kickball in the field.
Muckaluck asks if he can play. He’s told he can as long as he doesn’t muck things up.
Muckaluck promises to try and is sent to the outfield.
“It’s so nice to have friends” thinks Muckaluck. “And flowers, you can’t beat flowers.”
Is that the ball that just rolled by?
Muckaluck drops his flowers and runs after the ball, right into the dark edge of the forest.
Muckaluck can’t run very fast. He has a difficult time because of his asthma.
Muckaluck decides to rest and sits on a tree stump.
The trees don’t like it when animals sit on them and begin to yell and shake. They scare little Muckaluck away.
Muckaluck is running again until he trips on a root and loses his glasses.
What will Muckaluck do now?
Muckaluck crawls forward. He knows he has to get the ball.
Muckaluck reaches for the ball and falls in a pond. Oh, Muckaluck.
Muckaluck never learned how to swim and begins to sink to the bottom.
This is another story that I would like to finish and illustrate this year :)
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