On a wonderful summer day, the duck that the moths right next to the farmyard fence felt that the eggs under it began to crack. From them, with tiny voices, they dug the ducks and one after the other showed the heads.
“Well, are you all hatched?” “She turned and mirrored them.” No, one egg is a whole.
– Probably turkey. Look at how big it is, “an old duck gleamed, staring at her.
After a while, it crackled and a strange gray duck came out of it.
“It’s not like the others,” she said to her duck. But when she took her children to swim in the river, she saw that the strange duck swam no worse than the others, and she said,
“And she is my child, nothing that is ugly!
Part of The Tale of Hans Christian Andersen “The Ugly Duck”
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