An ode to Travel Duck

A couple of weekends ago, when Ivan picked up Dad and I from the Royal Show, we were taking forever to get out of the car, piling out with our hands full of showbags and all the wine, cheese and smallgoods we had bought, and Ivan rushed to open the front door for us and forgot about locking his car.

So, as is always the case, the one time the car doesn't get locked is the one time some bored kids come by and decide to steal some things. We figure they were kids because there were other things in the car which would have been of more value to an adult, such as a toolbox, radio and street directory, but all that was taken was a bunch of CDs (most of them burnt, a couple of originals) and Travel Duck.

Travel Duck was the name we'd given to this little toy duck Ivan has had for years (even before I knew him) which stayed in his car. Travel Duck loved staring out of the car window and visiting all sorts of places around the state and we're more upset at him being stolen than at anything else.

Why would someone steal one of those fluffy toys on the dashboard of a car? What irritates us is that whoever took it might like it for a couple of weeks and then will just throw him away, and that sucks because we loved travel duck!

We will always remember :(