Nostalgia entered my dream with a click and a quack. Rubber ducky, it is so nice to have you back.

But, what happened to your size? You will not fit in my bath. Your presence is causing solastalgia as mental wrath.

Are your yealings just as ginormous or are you an anomaly? Will you grow so big that grass is what you see in a tree?

Skinkles from eyes tell me you have no desire to maim, but would not you prefer ocean life, duck who is not lame?

I wish, to you, both happiness and joy, but, truth be told, I would be more ecstatic if you were just a tub toy. ; )

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