When I was about seven my brother and I traded some stuff with another kid for a Mallard Duck. We lived in Philadelphia in a very urban area so this was odd but at the time it was amazing. We had a duck! We brought it home in a backpack and put it in the bathtub. He wasn't happy. At all. He jumped out and chased my brother around while quacking and biting. I was smart enough to jump on the toilet to get out of his way. It was awesome! We, well my brother, managed to lock it up in the bathroom. Of course we had to face our Mother later. And clean the bathroom.
Joe Fresh Mallard makes me smile and chuckle. It's also a really great color with a very nice formula.