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Date Posted: 08:00:27 10/30/03 Thu
Author: Samara
Subject: Writing 4

The story that follows was already corrected by Ana Carolina de Carvalho.

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...

... started to quack as loud as he could in the hope that his mother or any of the other ducklings could hear, but there was no response. The little duckling walked through the stems of the aquatic plants that used to grow in the margin of the river. He walked for hours and would only stop when the crickets' noise was loud enough to prevent him from listening to his own callings.

The night had fallen and a sharp cutting wind began to blow, the little duckling crouched in a thicket completly frightened and hopeless. His cold little feet could no longer help him in his desperate journey.

He fell asleep and in his agitated dream, the little duckling saw his mother and the nine ducklings. They were swimming in the river, in a natural pool created by the strong trunk of an old oak, where they used to spend delightful mornings. The little duckling tried to swim towards his family, but he couldn't move, and as hard as he tried to reach his family the farthest they would get, as if they were in a picture that little by little went down the river.

The little duckling cried and the sun shone in his tears, obfuscating that beloved picture. With that image on his eyes, the little duckling woke up, he looked around as if he expected everything to be just a bad dream, but all he saw was a little green frog standing on a rock staring at him. The little duckling started to walk again, besides being extremely tired and hungry, something deep in his heart believed his journey was to end.

After a four hour walk and two stops caused by the crickets, the little duckling began to hear some familiar noises, he ran as fast as he could in his distressing conditions and when he turned around on one of the the river banks he saw that very last scene of his dream, when his family was considered to be lost and unreachable.

The little duckling stood for a moment in doubt whether his dream scene was to repeat, but before he could make a decision, one of the ducklings saw him and quacked cheerfully. The little duckling was finally home. While his family was swimming towards him, he thought to himself that it was the most beautiful and lovely picture he had ever seen in his live.

The end

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