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The Ugly Duckling
In this story, you will read about someone who was misunderstood. Be able to tell how this someone became happy. Tell also in what way this story could apply to people.
It was a fine day and the sun was shining gloriously. The fowls and the other animals in the farm were having the time of their lives. The goats and cows were grazing contentedly. The hens were busy scratching for worms, while the ducks swam about in the big pond. Once in a while the ducks would tip upside down in the water to pull a plant or catch a tiny fish.
A duck watched all this as she sat on her eggs. She had been sitting on the eggs for some time and she was feeling a bit impatient. “Oh me, oh my,” she moaned. “How much longer shall I wait? I can’t be doing this all week.”
Just then she heard a soft “c-r-r-r-a-c-k!” followed by another, and still another, until all but one egg had hatched. “Peep, peep, peep,” cried the ducklings as each little head appeared through the cracked shells. “What a big wonderful world!” they seemed to be saying.
At that moment, Old duck came for a visit. “Oh, hello!” she greeted Mother Duck jovially. “I see your little ducklings are out. Aren’t they lovely?”
“I should say they are. But I have trouble with this last one. It’s so big that it won’t hatch. I’m afraid it isn’t a duck,” Mother Duck said sadly, shaking her head.
“Let me have a look,” said the old duck as she peeped at the egg. “Oh, it is large. You’re right. It can’t be a duck. It must be a turkey.”
“A turkey! But how can it be?” asked Mother Duck.
“It happened to me. And it can happen to you,” said Old Duck knowingly. “Why don’t you leave it and teach your youngsters to swim?”
“No, I’ll sit on it a little while longer,” replied Mother Duck.
“Suit yourself,” said Old Duck as she waddled away.
At last the big egg hatched. “Ah, what a relief,” sighed Mother Duck, very much pleased.
“Cheep, cheep!” called the newcomer, making
In this story, you will read about someone who was misunderstood. Be able to tell how this someone became happy. Tell also in what way this story could apply to people.
It was a fine day and the sun was shining gloriously. The fowls and the other animals in the farm were having the time of their lives. The goats and cows were grazing contentedly. The hens were busy scratching for worms, while the ducks swam about in the big pond. Once in a while the ducks would tip upside down in the water to pull a plant or catch a tiny fish.
A duck watched all this as she sat on her eggs. She had been sitting on the eggs for some time and she was feeling a bit impatient. “Oh me, oh my,” she moaned. “How much longer shall I wait? I can’t be doing this all week.”
Just then she heard a soft “c-r-r-r-a-c-k!” followed by another, and still another, until all but one egg had hatched. “Peep, peep, peep,” cried the ducklings as each little head appeared through the cracked shells. “What a big wonderful world!” they seemed to be saying.
At that moment, Old duck came for a visit. “Oh, hello!” she greeted Mother Duck jovially. “I see your little ducklings are out. Aren’t they lovely?”
“I should say they are. But I have trouble with this last one. It’s so big that it won’t hatch. I’m afraid it isn’t a duck,” Mother Duck said sadly, shaking her head.
“Let me have a look,” said the old duck as she peeped at the egg. “Oh, it is large. You’re right. It can’t be a duck. It must be a turkey.”
“A turkey! But how can it be?” asked Mother Duck.
“It happened to me. And it can happen to you,” said Old Duck knowingly. “Why don’t you leave it and teach your youngsters to swim?”
“No, I’ll sit on it a little while longer,” replied Mother Duck.
“Suit yourself,” said Old Duck as she waddled away.
At last the big egg hatched. “Ah, what a relief,” sighed Mother Duck, very much pleased.
“Cheep, cheep!” called the newcomer, making