• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 05
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Molly's home.
I waddle towards her on my exceptionally large feet. She picks me up and brings me to our secret spot.
The barn-house attic is covered in fairy lights and posters cover up where the dark green paint peels. A makeshift runway takes up the middle of the room.
We sit down.
"Okay, Duckie. Let's practice."
Molly puts me down on the runway and I waltz up and down it like practiced, throwing my head about proudly.
Molly claps enthusiastically.
"Well done, Duckie!"
I know I'll be great tomorrow. The first winner of the town's annual fashion show with webbed feet.
"OK, Duckie, let's decide on your wig."
I love Molly, she's the best.