Luna: What’s this?
Sofia: I don’t know. It came in the mail from Auntie S. today.
Michael: Wait! Wait for us!
Riley: Yeah! We want to help open it!
Luna: I wonder what it is?
Riley: The last time Auntie sent me a really neat crown and Michael got some fabric.
Michael: Yeah, and it’s real manly.
Michael: I heard that!
Riley: What is it?
Michael: A duck! What does Auntie S. think we are? A bunch of duck farmers?
Luna: Michael! That’s rude!
Riley: Yeah, you’re going to hurt his feelings, Michael. He’ll think you don’t like him.
Michael: Hurt his feelings? It’s a duck. Do ducks even have brains? Auntie S. should have sent us a dog.
Sofia: Of course they have brains, and I bet this one is wondering the same thing about boys and their brains!
Riley: And, a dog might start fights with Treasure, Michael.
Michael: Oh, all right…”Quack, quack, quack.” There, I just said “welcome” in duck. Are you all happy now?
Luna: It’s okay, ducky. You’ll understand when you get to know Mikey a little better.
Michael: Don’t call me Mikey in front of the new duck – aaaargh!
Sofia: What shall we call him? He can’t be ducky forever.
Riley: I like Winston.
Luna: Hmmm, we’re going to need a pond, and hay and…