This is Della, ready for sledding.
In spite of all the gear, the wind and cold made Della sad. She didn’t last long, and when she came in she needed a cuddle in the big bed. From that vantage point, she caught site of two reserve duckies at the top of the laundry closet. I pulled one down, which she quickly inspected. “Yummy spots!” she said, referring to duck’s dirty wing tips. She recognized immediately that this duck, not the clean imposter duck she had been sleeping with since her birthday, was the real duckie. Later, she brought us the clean duckie and held him up in the direction of the the laundry closet. Her gesture seemed to say, Put him away, and I’ll forget about this whole screw-up.