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The duck in my back garden.
I am the duck's mother, because I was the first thing he saw.
The duck knows me and I know the duck.
The duck lives in the back garden, his world is no bigger than my garden.
My garden isn't big enough for both me and the duck, I think, but the duck doesn't agree, he's happy in the garden with the pond, the large pond.