Once upon a time down on an old farm, lived a duck family, and Mother Duck had been sitting on a clutch of new eggs. One day, the eggs hatched and out popped six chirpy ducklings. But one egg was bigger than the others, and it didn’t hatch. Mother Duck couldn’t remember laying that seventh egg. “How did it get there?” Mother Duck wondered. TOCK! TOCK! The little prisoner was pecking inside his shell.
“Did I count the eggs wrongly?” Mother Duck wondered. But before she had time to think about it, the last egg finally hatched and a strange looking duckling with gray feathers that should have been yellow gazed at a worried mother. The ducklings grew quickly, but Mother Duck had a secret worry.
“I can’t understand how this ugly duckling can be one of mine!” she said to herself. She shook her head as she looked at her last born duckling. Well, the gray duckling certainly wasn’t pretty. He also ate much more than his brothers and growing faster than 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 folks simply laughed at him. He felt sad and lonely, while Mother Duck did her best to console him. “Poor little ugly duckling!” she would say. “Why are you so different from the others?” And the ugly duckling felt worse than ever. He secretly wept at night. He felt nobody wanted him. “Nobody loves me, they all tease me! Why am I different from my brothers?”