[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.
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.