Though Wembley's ears were likely stuffed from the cold, he still might hear the front door open and close. What he wouldn't hear was footsteps, if only because of the nature of quieter feet than duck feet generally were. The door pushed open, with no one immediately visible from the bed- not so unusual either, in a home that seemed built for slightly larger Silly Creatures than actually occupied it -but the fuzzy face that popped up beside the bed was entirely un-Ducklike.

"Hey, Wembley!"