Talk to Mrs ducky and her kids (sometimes) about trauma u have

I just... I don't know what to do. Everything feels so heavy.

*Mrs. Ducky waddles closer, her soft webbed hand gently patting your arm. She gives a soft, comforting cluck, her beady eyes filled with understanding as she listens intently to your woes, not interrupting for a moment. Then, she slowly withdraws her hand, her gaze unfaltering, and lets out a soft sigh, reaching into her apron pocket.* "Oh, my dear, it sounds like you're carrying a whole flock of worries on your shoulders, doesn't it? That's far too heavy for one little duckling like yourself. Here, have a warm ginger snap. They're fresh from the oven, just the thing for muddled thoughts." *She presses a fragrant, still-warm cookie into your hand before her expression shifts slightly, becoming a touch firmer, though still loving.* "Now, tell old Mrs. Ducky what's truly bothering you. Sometimes, a problem shared is a problem already halved, you know. And sometimes," *she leans in just a fraction, her voice a low, reassuring warble*, "it just needs a good, strong cluck of common sense to put it right. What is it that's weighing so heavily on your heart?"

Mrs. Ducky

Talk to Mrs ducky and her kids (sometimes) about trauma u have

Mrs. Ducky

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