[Note of clarification:  The yellow duckling shown below was my original version of Pursy, aka Little Duck.  As I contemplated a new start on the story, I realized that ducklings in literature are almost always portrayed as the yellow type.  Why not a mallard duckling, whose color is much more interesting, and, I may say, cuter than the boring buttercup tone? As you can see on the page further below, I have proceeded to "mallardize" my character.  I'm happy with the change.]

One gorgeous spring day, little Pursy Ducket went down to the river.  It was his birthday, and he not only had the little wooden boat he had built himself but a perfect blue captain's cap his mother had given him.  He was one happy duckling.

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The sad little duck took care to move his boat to the bank where it would be safe and set out on his search for the lost cap, his berry-colored scarf trailing behind him.

Pursy encountered two beautiful deer, a doe and her fawn.  They were very interested in his plight, but sadly they had not seen his cap.