It was a bright spring morning, and the baby ducklings were waddling off for their very first splash in the pond.
“Wait for me!” quacked little Dora, flapping her tiny wings. But her older brother zipped through the garden gate with the others.
“Too slow, Dora!” he teased as he vanished.
Panicked, Dora looked around. “Where did my brother go?”
A friendly frog hopped by. “Lost someone? I heard quacking near the tall grass—and look! Tiny webbed tracks!”
They followed the trail to a straw nest.
“Found him!” said the frog.
But Dora shook her head. “That’s not my brother—that’s a hen!”
The hen chuckled kindly. “Maybe try those tracks near the muddy path.”
Reluctantly, Dora tiptoed through the mud. SPLASH!
“Is that him?” the frog gasped.
“Nope,” Dora sighed. “That’s a pig!”
The pig snorted. “Try the clover patch!”
Through the tall grass they crept—until a loud MOO made them jump.
“That’s not my brother either,” Dora said. “Just a cow chewing cud.”
The cow pointed them toward the barn. Inside, they found—
“A mouse?”
“Definitely not my brother,” Dora huffed.
The mouse squeaked, “Look by the rose garden!”
Behind the roses stood a goat… munching a sweater.
“Still not him,” groaned Dora.
“Maybe the water trough!” bleated the goat.
They ran to the trough, only to find a splashing puppy!
“Try the pond!” barked the pup.
At last, Dora spotted webbed footprints leading to the water. She peeked around a bush—and there they were! Her brother and the whole gang of ducklings, happily paddling.
Dora quacked with joy and leapt into the pond. “Next time, wait for me!”
The frog chuckled. “What an adventure!”
And that night, Dora dreamed of muddy trails, mooing cows, and one very sneaky brother.
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