Part 10 (2/2)

And away they all went, waddling along in a procession, one behind another.

But when they got there, the Duck Pond was dry.

”It is very strange,” thought the ducks. ”What has happened to our pond?”

But all they said was, ”Quack, quack, quack!” as they walked on the dry earth where the water had been.

Before long the leader started back toward the farmyard.

So all the ducks fell in line and waddled back, one behind another. They drank from the tub of water at the pump, but they could not swim in it because it was too small, and so they could not keep their feathers clean and white.

Now this is why the Duck Pond was dry.

For weeks there had been no rain at Cloverfield Farm.

Every day the sun had shone brightly all day.

The ground was very dry. The gra.s.s was dead and brown. The cistern had become empty. In the road the dust was several inches deep.

”The plums and peaches are falling from the trees,” said Farmer Hill.

”If it doesn't rain soon, we won't have any fruit.”

”My flowers are dying,” said Mother.

They watched the sky every day, to see if there were any signs of rain.

”I see a little cloud,” said Bobby every few days. ”Perhaps it will rain to-day.”

But the little cloud would float lazily across the sky and bring no rain.

Every day the ducks would go in a procession down to the Duck Pond to swim. Every day they would find the Duck Pond dry and come back, one behind another, and take a drink from the tub of water at the pump.

And so five weeks pa.s.sed.

At last, one day, big clouds gathered in the sky.

Bobby saw them first and came running in to tell the news.

”It's going to rain,” he shouted. ”See the big, big clouds.”

Mother and Sue went to the door and looked out.

”It's surely going to rain,” they said.

”I'll help put the windows down,” said Bobby. And he ran to do it.

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