“What do you suppose the Blond Duck does all day?” Bitty asked Bear.
Bear looked up from his burrow. ”You know exactly what she does. She stares at the white box and taps on it.”
“Precisely.” Queen Bitty narrowed her eyes. ”She should be petting me. Or fetching toys I don’t want to catch.”
“The white box is nice.” Bear rolled over. ”It’s a good landing pad for fly catching.”
Queen Bitty said nothing. Catching flies was beneath her. ”Perhaps I could get rid of the white box.”
Bear cocked his head. ”Why? It’s warm. I like to sit on it.”
“It’s too bumpy. And it takes too much of her attention.” Queen Bitty scowled. ”She should be awaiting my every command, not hunched over the box giggling and tapping about.” She squinted, eyeing the Blond Duck in her office, who was indeed giggling and typing. ”She spends too much time as it is dancing and cooking.”
“If you give her less to do, she might want to take more walks.” Bear’s eyes were wide with horror.
“True.” While Queen Bitty enjoyed greeting her subjects, she preferred to be carried rather than walk. Twenty minutes was an eternity.
“Or she might give us more baths.” Bear waffled in alarm.
“I shan’t allow it.” Queen Bitty’s ears pierced the sky. ”On the other hand…maybe it’s better if she keeps her white box.”
“We can sleep more.”
“We can.” Queen Bitty tucked her chin onto Bear’s back. Curled up in the pile of laundry they had refused to let the Blond Duck put away, they dreamed of laps made of white boxes with tapping keys.
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