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Mrs. Duck counted
her little ducklings again. They were still nine. She couldn't
believe her eyes. All ten ducklings were there a few minutes ago,
as she counted them before they swam across the river. She made
sure she was right behind her ducklings as they swam across and she
only looked away once as she heard a big splash behind her. She
looked back to see what it was and when she saw that it was a couple
of boys splashing rocks in the water, she continued to swim keeping
a keen eye on her little ones.
But now, one was
missing. It was the youngest of her ducklings and she was so
worried. What could have happened to him. She looked up and down
the river but she could see him nowhere.
At that very
moment the little duckling realized that he was lost. He couldn't
understand how this had happened since he had only gotten distracted
for what seemed like a moment. He had run into some playful fish
and followed them for just a moment. Now he could not see his
mother or the other ducklings. It seems that the current had
carried him far downstream and now as the little duckling climbed up
on the river bank, he needed to find a way back to his family. So
he...
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