As Lydia got closer, she realised that it wasn’t a real duckling
after all, but a plastic one with the number 4 painted on it.
“Silly me!” said Lydia, to herself. “This duck must have been left
behind after the duck race.”
Lydia leaned to pick up the duck, but as she did so she lost
her welly!
The welly got swept away in the current before Lydia had
a chance to grab it. Lydia was tired and fed up. She began
paddling up stream towards the others, clutching the
plastic duck.
“OUCHHHHHHH!” screamed Lydia. Something really bad had
happened. She had stepped on something sharp and cut
her foot.
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