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THE UGLY DUCKLING |
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Well, the gray duckling certainly wasn't pretty, and since he ate far more than his six brothers, soon 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, because he was so clumsy. And all the farmyard animals simply laughed at him. He felt sad and lonely. However, with praise and tender love, Mother Duck did her best to keep his spirits raised. At night, the ugly duckling secretly shed tears. He thought nobody wanted him, "Except for my mother, nobody loves me. They all tease me! Why am I different from my brothers?"  One day, at sunrise, he ran away from the farmyard. He stopped at a pond and began to
question the other birds, "Do you know of any ducklings with gray feathers like mine?" But
the birds snubbed the ugly duckling and shook their heads to signify, "No." The ugly
duckling did not lose heart and kept on making enquiries. He went to a second pond, where a
pair of large geese gave him the same bad treatment that he had received at the first pond.
What's more, they warned him, "Don't stay here! Go away! It's dangerous. There are men with guns for hunting around here!"
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n an old farm, lived a duck family. 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 a seventh egg.
"How did it get there?" she asked herself aloud. As she wondered, noises started coming from the egg. Tap! Tap! Tap! The little prisoner was
pecking inside the shell. 
give the matter any more thought, the last egg finally hatched. A
strange looking duckling with gray feathers, that should have been yellow, gazed at a
worried mother. "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.
