I was somewhere between 3 and 4 when I drew this. He had to wait thirty five years to move. I have several duck pictures from when I was little. I liked to feed them at the park. I had a plush one instead of a teddy bear. His name was Ducky Lucky. I remember wanting to take him with me into the supermarket (Market Basket,) and my mom saying I'd lose him if I did. My preschool brain thought that was ridiculous. He was my favorite toy. How could I loose him? I took him with me. Guess who lost her duck that day?