Flutter Fairies 2

Fairies Help
The May sunshine shone down on the canal. Bushes were flowering and spilled into the water from the banks. Swarms of small flies buzzed just above the surface of the water and fish jumped up to catch them. In turn fishermen had their rods out, casting into the dark water. A mother swan nested on a small island in the reeds. Baby ducks were already born and skitted here and there following their mothers' warning quack. The flutter fairies loved the water, especially when the sun made it sparkle. They had to watch out that the fish did not mistake them for flies but the thing they liked to do most of all was to jump on the back of one of those black and yellow balls of fluff and go for a ride on the water. Baby ducks are so soft. They knew that a few family clusters were on the canal but they couldn't keep track of them. She had counted 13 babies one day, then 5, then eleven. They were probably different families but they had a strange feeling that some of the ducklings were missing and they made it their job to find out what was happening.