Quack the duck loved water.

Real water.
Shiny water.
Pond water.

As Toyship sailed past a land of little ponds, the breeze carried the smell of fresh rain and ripples.

Quack the duck waddled to the edge and flapped tiny wings.

“Quack, quack,” said Quack the duck happily.

Captain Ted lowered a small bucket of water just for Quack the duck.

Splash-splash!

The toys clapped.
The sea laughed.

Later, Quack the duck fell asleep dreaming of round ponds and floating lily pads.

Toyship sailed on through the silver night.

And Toyship sailed through the night, carrying Quack the splashy duck to a child who was waiting with love.