RIP Mr. Duck

Last year I got this duck...Mr. Duck as he's known in this house.  I'm not a fan of alot of toys but when my friend Malachy gave me this duck I was thrilled and so was my mom.  No stuffing for me to eat and throw all over the house and no chance of me destroying it in 2 minutes flat.  I have carried this duck around, let this duck sleep on my bed and have had a few good games of tug-a-war with this duck and my dad.  Well, the time has come for me to say goodbye.  The other day dad came home and Mr. Duck was laying on the floor with a big hole in his belly...now there had been a little hole but my mom tucked his head in it just to give it another few months of life...but this last hole was just too big.  AND while I will miss my duck, I must say that me winning my friend Stuarts contest couldn't have come at a better time.  I only have one other toy right now and that's a barbell...if that gets a hole in it I will be forced to eat shoes and books and furniture legs (I think they have a few spares hidden but I can't reach them).