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.