I do seriously adore yellow plastic/rubber ducks. Especially those brave ones that floated endlessly all around the world when some eejit dropped a container full of them into the sea off Malaysia I think.
What wonderful courageous brave weeny ducks they were... bobbing through cyclones, hurricanes, calms, past The Cyclades, beyond the Blue Horizon, between Scylla and Charybdis... and maybe some are still becalmed in The Ancient mariner's Sargasso Sea.
I think you're so LUCKY to have golden ducks (that may or may not pee - teehee) to have dreams about. I have horrible empty ghostly dark-green-cloak filled echoey school cloakrooms to cross.
I'm sure Jung and Freud would have loved to have known about yellow plastic ducks in your dreams! All that lovely bathtime!
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What wonderful courageous brave weeny ducks they were... bobbing through cyclones, hurricanes, calms, past The Cyclades, beyond the Blue Horizon, between Scylla and Charybdis... and maybe some are still becalmed in The Ancient mariner's Sargasso Sea.
I think you're so LUCKY to have golden ducks (that may or may not pee - teehee) to have dreams about. I have horrible empty ghostly dark-green-cloak filled echoey school cloakrooms to cross.
I'm sure Jung and Freud would have loved to have known about yellow plastic ducks in your dreams! All that lovely bathtime!
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