A friend of mine took a trip to Australia,and brought back Dinkum, the (stuffed) Platypus. Months before, I'd made a hurried move to my present apt. and many of Percy's toys had been misplaced. Percy was 2 yrs old then,and a little destructive. I thought 'well,let's see how he likes this little Platypus',but I figured it would be smithereens in 20 minutes. Percy walked up,sniffed,and GENTLY lifted it off the ground. He wouldn't let it out of his sight the rest of that day. That night,he went to sleep with Dinkum,as I named it,and ever since,Dinkum is his baby.