“Daddy!” Clara was shocked at Mr. Klutz's attempt to punch Dukey in the face. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped as Dukey flailed, landing in the spilled soda. “He is so klutzy, just like me, Daddy,”  she said to Mr. Klutz. She felt Dukey's hand on her bottom, as he fell. It was the second time he touched her today. Giving him a smile as she turned paying attention to where she was going, following Daddy Klutz to the truck.<br/><br/>Clara got into the truck, reluctantly. The ride home full of thoughts of her new acquaintance and hero. She didn't know how to approach the subject with Daddy, but she would find a way of expressing how she felt about the man, the handsome Dukey Pookie. The hero who came to her rescue at the Tractors Are Us store.