Boyan finally manages to sit up, but ends up dropping his squeekyduck in the process. It drops out from the top of the bag (Or the bottom; depends on how you look at it!), bouncing off of his lap and rolling on the floor.
His arms working furiously inside the bag, Boyan finally gets the box open!
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Grasping his prize tightly in both hands, he falls over (with the bag still on his head!), giving out an even stronger mix of happy thoughts. Almost like a gurgling purr.