The Ugly Duckling
Once, living on a large pond surrounded on one side by trees and on the other, by fields, lived a flock of ducks. Perhaps they were all related, but perhaps not, because sometimes a handsome or occasionally not too handsome, stranger would pass by in the spring and stay for a few days. By and large the drakes were pleasing to the eye. They kept themselves well-
Of course, in the nature of things, not all of the birds were well-
Spring came and with much quacking and jostling, the ducks went about the business of courtship and nesting. Then it was all excitement. The eggs started to hatch and the young ducklings were on display. The big day was when the little flotilla first set out from the nest, guided by their anxious parents. They had good reason for fear because some drakes, especially when they were out alone, could treat any duckling, who happened to be separated its parents, in a most cruel way. Here, however, it was peaceful. Our duck family set out on their way with a look of purpose as though they knew where they were going and had a very clear idea of what they were going to do there.