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Poor
duckling
!
Marriage
certainly
had
never
entered
his
mind
.
All
he
wanted
was
for
them
to
let
him
lie
among
the
reeds
and
drink
a
little
water
from
the
marsh
.
There
he
stayed
for
two
whole
days
.
Then
he
met
two
wild
geese
,
or
rather
wild
ganders-for
they
were
males
.
They
had
not
been
out
of
the
shell
very
long
,
and
that
's
what
made
them
so
sure
of
themselves
.
"
Say
there
,
comrade
,
"
they
said
,
"
you
're
so
ugly
that
we
have
taken
a
fancy
to
you
.
Come
with
us
and
be
a
bird
of
passage
.
In
another
marsh
near-by
,
there
are
some
fetching
wild
geese
,
all
nice
young
ladies
who
know
how
to
quack
.
You
are
so
ugly
that
you
'll
completely
turn
their
heads
.
"
Bing
!
Bang
!
Shots
rang
in
the
air
,
and
these
two
ganders
fell
dead
among
the
reeds
.
The
water
was
red
with
their
blood
.
Bing
!
Bang
!
the
shots
rang
,
and
as
whole
flocks
of
wild
geese
flew
up
from
the
reeds
another
volley
crashed
.
A
great
hunt
was
in
progress
.
The
hunters
lay
under
cover
all
around
the
marsh
,
and
some
even
perched
on
branches
of
trees
that
overhung
the
reeds
.
Blue
smoke
rose
like
clouds
from
the
shade
of
the
trees
,
and
drifted
far
out
over
the
water
.
The
bird
dogs
came
splash
,
splash
!
through
the
swamp
,
bending
down
the
reeds
and
the
rushes
on
every
side
.
This
gave
the
poor
duckling
such
a
fright
that
he
twisted
his
head
about
to
hide
it
under
his
wing
.
But
at
that
very
moment
a
fearfully
big
dog
appeared
right
beside
him.His
tongue
lolled
out
of
his
mouth
and
his
wicked
eyes
glared
horribly
.
He
opened
his
wide
jaws
,
flashed
his
sharp
teeth
,
and
-
splash
,
splash
-
on
he
went
without
touching
the
duckling
.
"
Thank
heavens
,
"
he
sighed
,
"
I
'm
so
ugly
that
the
dog
wo
n't
even
bother
to
bite
me
.
"
He
lay
perfectly
still
,
while
the
bullets
splattered
through
the
reeds
as
shot
after
shot
was
fired
.
It
was
late
in
the
day
before
things
became
quiet
again
,
and
even
then
the
poor
duckling
did
n't
dare
move
.
He
waited
several
hours
before
he
ventured
to
look
about
him
,
and
then
he
scurried
away
from
that
marsh
as
fast
as
he
could
go
.
He
ran
across
field
and
meadows
.
The
wind
was
so
strong
that
he
had
to
struggle
to
keep
his
feet
.
Late
in
the
evening
he
came
to
a
miserable
little
hovel
,
so
ramshackle
that
it
did
not
know
which
way
to
tumble
,
and
that
was
the
only
reason
it
still
stood
.
The
wind
struck
the
duckling
so
hard
that
the
poor
little
fellow
had
to
sit
down
on
his
tail
to
withstand
it
.
The
storm
blew
stronger
and
stronger
,
but
the
duckling
noticed
that
one
hinge
had
come
loose
and
the
door
hung
so
crooked
that
he
could
squeeze
through
the
crack
into
the
room
,
and
that
's
just
what
he
did
.
Here
lived
an
old
woman
with
her
cat
and
her
hen
.
The
cat
,
whom
she
called
"
Sonny
,
"
could
arch
his
back
,
purr
,
and
even
make
sparks
,
though
for
that
you
had
to
stroke
his
fur
the
wrong
way
.
