Quack Quack

After reading Fox's Socks enough times to no longer read it but recite it, Poppy {or Poppet, as she is more frequently called} paid little or no interest in poor old Fox's socks, but more to the little ducks which feature on each page.
Soon after, came the constant quacking; pulling the book off the shelf, climbing up on my lap, forceable taking my finger to point at the ducks on each page, whilst happily quacking away.
And this, so it would seem, appeared to be the beginning of my little Poppet's love for quack-quacks.