The swan, the ugly duckling, and the donkey

What, asks the Swiss girl, pausing from her hair-straightening operations to stare openly at my bag, is that? I freeze guiltily in my attempt to squish Eeyore more tightly into my bag in order to make room for the towel that once fitted in but now seems to have doubled in size and be reluctant [...]

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