Once upon a time down on an old farm, lived a duck family,
and Mother Duck had been sitting on a clutch of new eggs. One nice morning,
the eggs hatched and out popped six chirpy ducklings. But one egg was bigger
than the rest, and it didn't hatch. Mother Duck couldn't recall laying that
seventh egg. How did it get there? TOCK! TOCK! The little prisoner was
pecking inside his shell.
"Did I count the eggs wrongly?" Mother Duck wondered. But before she had
time to think about it, the last egg finally hatched. A strange looking
duckling with gray feathers that should have been yellow gazed at a worried
mother. The ducklings grew quickly, but Mother Duck had a secret worry.
"I can't understand how this ugly duckling can be one of mine!" she said to
herself, shaking her head as she looked at her last born. Well, the gray
duckling certainly wasn't pretty, and since he ate far more than his
brothers, he was outgrowing them. As the days went by, the poor ugly
duckling became more and more unhappy. His brothers didn't want to play with
him, he was so
clumsy, and all the farmyard folks simply laughed at him. He felt sad and
lonely, while Mother Duck did her best to console him.
"Poor little ugly duckling!" she would say. "Why are you so different from
the others?" And the ugly duckling felt worse than ever. He secretly wept at
night. He felt nobody wanted him.
"Nobody loves me, they all tease me! Why am I different from my brothers?"
Then one day, at sunrise, he ran away from the farmyard. He stopped at a
pond and began to question all the other birds. "Do you know of any
ducklings with gray feathers like mine?" But everyone shook their heads in
"We don't know anyone as ugly as you." The ugly duckling did not lose heart,
however, and kept on making inquiries. He went to another pond, where a pair
of large geese gave him the same answer to his question. What's more, they
warned him: "Don't stay here! Go away! It's dangerous. There are men with
guns around here!" The duckling was sorry he had ever left the farmyard.
Then one day, his travels took him near an old countrywoman's cottage.
Thinking he was a stray goose, she caught him.
"I'll put this in a hutch. I hope it's a female and lays plenty of eggs!"
said the old woman, whose eyesight was poor. But the ugly duckling laid not
a single egg. The hen kept frightening him.
"Just wait! If you don't lay eggs, the old woman will wring your neck and
pop you into the pot!" And the cat chipped in: "Hee! Hee! I hope the woman
cooks you, then I can gnaw at your bones!" The poor ugly duckling was so
scared that he lost his appetite, though the old woman kept stuffing him
with food and grumbling: "If you won't lay eggs, at least hurry up and get
"Oh, dear me!" moaned the now terrified duckling. "I'll die of fright first!
And I did so hope someone would love me!"
Then one night, finding the hutch door ajar, he escaped. Once again he was
all alone. He fled as far away as he could, and at dawn, he found himself in
a thick bed of reeds. "If nobody wants me, I'll hid here forever." There was
plenty a food, and the duckling began to feel a little happier, though he
was lonely. One day at sunrise, he saw a flight of beautiful birds wing
overhead. White, with long slender necks, yellow beaks and large wings, they
were migrating south.
"If only I could look like them, just for a day!" said the duckling,
admiringly. Winter came and the water in the reed bed froze. The poor
duckling left home to seek food in the snow. He dropped exhausted to the
ground, but a farmer found him and put him in his big jacket pocket.
"I'll take him home to my children. They'll look after him. Poor thing, he's
frozen!" The duckling was showered with kindly care at the farmer's house.
In this way, the ugly duckling was able to survive the bitterly cold winter.
However, by springtime, he had grown so big that the farmer decided: "I'll
set him free by the pond!" That was when the duckling saw himself mirrored
in the water.
"Goodness! How I've changed! I hardly recognize myself!" The flight of swans
winged north again and glided on to the pond. When the duckling saw them, he
realized he was one of their kind, and soon made friends.
"We're swans like you!" they said, warmly. "Where have you been hiding?"
"It's a long story," replied the young swan, still astounded. Now, he swam
majestically with his fellow swans. One day, he heard children on the river
bank exclaim: "Look at that young swan! He's the finest of them all!"
And he almost burst with happiness.
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