This mother duck had no children yet for none of her eggs had hatched. One day, as she was sitting on her nest of eggs the mother duck felt something move beneath her. Two nearby ducks swam by and pecked at the ugly duckling’s feathers. The Ugly Duckling is a literary fairy tale by Danish poet and author Hans Christian Andersen (–). The story tells of a homely little bird born in a. The Ugly Duckling is a adaption of the classic Hans Christian Andersen story by Jerry Pinkney. It is about a cygnet born amongst ducklings that is bullied, .
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The Ugly Duckling (Caldecott Honor Book) [Hans Christian Andersen, Jerry Pinkney] on aralgocunes.ga *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. A gorgeous. Read Common Sense Media's The Ugly Duckling review, age rating, and parents guide. I think this is a great book for all children grades 3rd and up. The Ugly Duckling Story. A Mama Duck is proud when her six ducklings hatch from their eggs. But one duckling does not look like the others?.
He approached a new pond that was filled with a family of different ducks. These ducks were happily swimming and quacking. He advanced one of the ducklings who looked to be just a bit larger and older than the ugly duckling.
With this, the new family of ducks turned and stared at the ugly duckling. As this family of ducks began to quack and laugh at the ugly ducking, he waddled off again in search of a nicer family to call his own. He waddled far away from the pond with the family of ducks. All this waddling made him even dirtier than before! Next the ugly duckling came to an even larger pond filled with a family of geese. The goslings were a brown-gray like he was! He advanced one of the goslings who looked even larger and greyer than him.
With this, the family of geese turned and stared at the ugly duckling. As this family of ducks began to honk and laugh at the ugly ducking. You are more than welcome to join our family. The geese were very kind to him though their honks hurt his ears.
Many days and nights passed and the ugly duckling was living happily with the geese. He loved to play with the goslings and the mother and father treated him like their own. Everything was perfect. Until… A hunter and his basset hound approached the pond. The hunter began firing off shots at the geese and the hound chased the birds around the pond trying to catch one. The ugly duckling could do nothing but sit still. You sure are ugly! He was growing larger; his feathers were coming in and the ugly duckling was able to fly off the ground.
However, the ugly duckling had become very weak and hungry; he did not have enough strength to fly. Instead he waddled his way to a small house where he took shelter during the night. In the morning, the ugly duckling awoke to the sounds of human chatter.
With that, the farmer and his wife allowed the ugly duckling to live with them in the hopes that the duck would lay eggs for them to eat. They waited and waited… and waited. But nothing happened. The ugly duckling never laid eggs; he did, however, grow larger and harder to take care of.
Though the farmer and his wife had grown fond of the ugly duckling, they had no more room him in their house. And so, they shooed him out.
He waddled through now frozen marsh plants and large frozen river reeds. He waddled over frozen bundles of sticks and frozen piles of dung.
All this waddling made him colder than ever. Miraculously, the ugly duckling had survived the cold winter. With spring, all of the frozen ponds melted and the frost evaporated from the marsh plants and river reeds. The ugly duckling was still sad, however. He approached a crystal clear pond and saw a family of the most beautiful birds he had ever seen - swans.
Suddenly, a swan gracefully glided through the water over to where the ugly duckling was sitting. Your feathers are the whitest I have ever seen. How they gleam in the sun! This bird was much bigger than others. He was not yellow at all - he was dark-gray from his head to his feet. And he walked with a funny wobble.
One of the yellow ducklings pointed.
He cannot be one of us! Your brother hatched from the very same nest as you did. Now line up. We will go to the lake for your very first swim.
He took the last spot in the line. Each yellow duck jumped in the river and swam behind Mama Duck. When it was his turn, the Ugly Duckling jumped in and started to paddle, too. When they left the water and started to play, the Ugly Duckling tried to play with his brothers and sisters, too. We will not play with you! You are ugly. And you walk weird, too! When Mama Duck was close by, she would not let them talk in this way.
But she was not always close by. You would do us a big favor if you just went away from here! Get out! He hung his head down low. I should go. That night, the Ugly Duckling flew over the farmyard fence.
He flew till he landed on the other side of the lake. There he met two grown-up ducks. They quickly flew up in the air, and their feathers fell down on the ground. The poor Ugly Duckling froze in fear. The dog sniffed and sniffed at the Ugly Duckling, then turned away. The sky turned dark. A bolt of lightning. Then came a big storm, with heavy rains pouring down from the sky. In just moments, the Ugly Duckling was soaked through and through.
Then a cold wind started to blow. Suddenly a big hungry dog came tearing by, chasing the two ducks. All at once, a tiny light blinked far off in the woods. He flew to the door. The door of the hut creaked open. Her eyes were not that good. Then she looked down.
A tomcat and hen crept up to the Ugly Duckling. The door was still a bit open, so our poor Ugly Duckling slipped out the door, and back into the storm. The storm ended. Soon he found a new lake.
Looking into the water, the Ugly Duckling saw the reflection of a flock of large white birds flying. He looked overhead and could not believe what he saw. There, above him, were the most beautiful birds he had ever seen! Their long white bodies and slender necks seemed to just glide through the sky. He watched until the very last bird had winged its way out of view. He stayed at that lake all by himself, and time passed. The leaves of the trees turned deep red and gold, and then the leaves fell to the ground.