Otatso Wetlands You can pay uncle sam with the overtime

@Wren

Heavily shaded by the tall, willowy trees, the area seemed like it should be a degree or two cooler than the plains, but with the humidity, the air seemed close and thick. Without a breeze to stir the bullrushes the quiet was disturbed only by birdcalls belonging to the ducks and wading birds that called the area home. Followed by their ducklings, several pairs of ducks paddled on the water's quiet surface, chased every now and again by a territorial coot who preferred to keep all others away from its own fledglings. 

Between one winding path of water and the next, the earth was damp and soft, and Lilia found that every step was a struggle. The easiest way to traverse the area seemed to be to move as the waterfowl moved- and once she waded into the deeper waters, she too could then begin swimming along, her chin just above the water's surface, teeth lightly bared as she inhaled through her nose, and casually swam down the slow-moving body of water like a furry alligator.