The Puddle Duck was an atrocity. It was a stubby, short-winged boat with no more grace of movement than the land-waddle of that barnyard fowl for which it had been named. The chunky plane, for all its ridiculous wing effect, was merely a land ship. In it, pupils studying balance taxied madly across the turf, striving to keep its misshapen body at proper angle--an impossibility. How could one keep such an unbalanced blob balanced?