Classic Children's Literature
                        THE UGLY DUCKLING

   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 grey 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 lastborn. Well, the grey 
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 ug}y 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 grey feathers like mine?" But everyone shook their heads in scorn.
   "We don't know anyone as ugly as you." The ugly duckling did not lose 
heart, however, and kept on making enquiries. He went to another pond, where a
palr 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 grumbllng: "If you won't lay eggs, at least hurry up and  get plump!"
   "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 flighth of beatiful 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 
   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 
tne 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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