[儿童英语故事初阶读本][The_Ugly_Duckling][丑小鸭]
英语安徒生童话故事带翻译：丑小鸭TheUglyDuckling
乡下真是⾮常美丽。
这正是夏天!⼩麦是⾦黄的，燕麦是绿油油的。
⼲草在绿⾊的牧场上堆成垛，鹳鸟⽤它⼜长⼜红的腿⼦在散着步，噜嗦地讲着埃及话①。
这是它从妈妈那⼉学到的⼀种语⾔。
⽥野和牧场的周围有些⼤森林，森林⾥有些很深的池塘。
的确，乡间是⾮常美丽的，太阳光正照着⼀幢⽼式的房⼦，它周围流着⼏条很深的⼩溪。
从墙⾓那⼉⼀直到⽔⾥，全盖满了⽜蒡的⼤叶⼦。
的叶⼦长得⾮常⾼，⼩孩⼦简直可以直着腰站在下⾯。
像在最浓密的森林⾥⼀样，这⼉也是很荒凉的。
这⼉有⼀只母鸭坐在窠⾥，她得把她的⼏个⼩鸭都孵出来。
不过这时她已经累坏了。
很少有客⼈来看她。
别的鸭⼦都愿意在溪流⾥游来游去，⽽不愿意跑到⽜蒡下⾯来和她聊天。
最后，那些鸭蛋⼀个接着⼀个地崩开了。
“噼!噼!”蛋壳响起来。
所有的蛋黄现在都变成了⼩动物。
他们把⼩头都伸出来。
“嘎!嘎!”母鸭说。
他们也就跟着嘎嘎地⼤声叫起来。
他们在绿叶⼦下⾯向四周看。
妈妈让他们尽量地东张西望，因为绿⾊对他们的眼睛是有好处的。
“这个世界真够⼤!”这些年轻的⼩家伙说。
的确，⽐起他们在蛋壳⾥的时候，他们现在的天地真是⼤不相同了。
“你们以为这就是整个世界!”妈妈说。
“这地⽅伸展到花园的另⼀边，⼀直伸展到牧师的⽥⾥去，才远呢!连我⾃⼰都没有去过!我想你们都在这⼉吧?”她站起来。
“没有，我还没有把你们都⽣出来呢!这只顶⼤的蛋还躺着没有动静。
它还得躺多久呢?我真是有些烦了。
”于是她⼜坐下来。
“唔，情形怎样?”⼀只来拜访她的⽼鸭⼦问。
“这个蛋费的时间真久!”坐着的母鸭说。
“它⽼是不裂开。
请你看看别的吧。
他们真是⼀些最逗⼈爱的⼩鸭⼉!都像他们的爸爸——这个坏东西从来没有来看过我⼀次!” “让我瞧瞧这个⽼是不裂开的蛋吧，”这位年⽼的客⼈说，“请相信我，这是⼀只吐绶鸡的蛋。
有⼀次我也同样受过骗，你知道，那些⼩家伙不知道给了我多少⿇烦和苦恼，因为他们都不敢下⽔。
我简直没有办法叫他们在⽔⾥试⼀试。
我说好说⽍，⼀点⽤也没有!——让我来瞧瞧这只蛋吧。
英语故事：TheUglyDuckling《丑小鸭》
英语故事：TheUglyDuckling《丑小鸭》The Ugly Duckling（I）丑小鸭（上）When summer came, a duck sat in her nest.夏天到了，一只鸭子坐在她的窝里。
Her little babies were about to hatch(孵化).她的小宝宝们就要孵出来了。
The egg split one by one, but the biggest egg was still there.一只又一只的蛋裂开，但是最大的蛋仍然在那里。
Finally, it broke. The baby was big and ugly.最后，它破裂了。
宝宝又大又丑。
The second day, the mother duck took them to a brook(小溪).第二天，鸭妈妈带着一家去河沟里去了。
One duck after another jumped in.一只又一只的小鸭子跳了进去。
The big ugly duck swam by the other ducks.这个又大又丑的鸭子在别的鸭子边上游泳。
But because of ugly, he was squeezed out and laughed at.但因为它长得很丑，受到了排挤和嘲笑。
He felt himself so inferior.他因此觉得很自卑。
In desperation, the ugly duckling flew over the fence(篱笆) and ran away.无奈之下，丑小鸭飞过篱笆逃走了。
Once he met a hunting dog, but the hound just smelled him and did not grab him.有一次，他遇到了一只猎狗，但那只猎狗只是闻闻他，并没有把他抓住。
He was glad: 'I am so ugly that even a hunting dog darenot bite(咬) me!'他庆幸道:“我丑得连猎狗也不敢咬我了！”He congratulated himself on his escape, and at the same time he was humbled by his ugliness(丑陋).他为自己逃生而庆幸，同时为自己长得丑而自卑。
小学英语英语故事童话故事TheUglyDuckling丑小鸭
The Ugly Duckling 丑小鸭It was so beautiful out on the country, it was summer- the wheat fields were golden, the oats were green, and down among the green meadows the hay was stacked. There the stork minced about on his red legs, clacking away in Egyptian, which was the language his mother had taught him. Round about the field and meadow lands rose vast forests, in which deep lakes lay hidden. Yes, it was indeed lovely out there in the country.In the midst of the sunshine there stood an old manor house that had a deep moat around it. From the walls of the manor right down to the water's edge great burdock leaves grew, and there were some so tall that little children could stand upright beneath the biggest of them. In this wilderness of leaves, which was as dense as the forests itself, a duck sat on her nest, hatching her ducklings. She was becoming somewhat weary, because sitting is such a dull business and scarcely anyone came to see her. The other ducks would much rather swim in the moat than waddle out and squat under the burdock leaf to gossip with her.But at last the eggshells began to crack, one after another. "Peep, peep!" said the little things, as they came to life and poked out their heads."Quack, quack!" said the duck, and quick as quick can be they all waddled out to have a look at the green world under the leaves. Their mother let them look as much as they pleased, because green is good for the eyes."How wide the world is," said all the young ducks, for they certainly had much more room now than they had when they were in their eggshells."Do you think this is the whole world?" their mother asked. "Why it extends on and on, clear across to the other side of the garden and right on into the parson's field, though that is further than I have ever been. I do hope you are all hatched," she said as she got up. "No, not quite all. The biggest egg still lies here. How much longer is this going to take? I am really rather tired of it all," she said, but she settled back on her nest."Well, how goes it?" asked an old duck who came to pay her a call."It takes a long time with that one egg," said the duck on the nest. "It won't crack, but look at the others. They are the cutest little ducklings I've ever seen. They look exactly like their father, the wretch! He hasn't come to see me at all." "Let's have a look at the egg that won't crack," the old duck said. "It's a turkey egg, and you can take my word for it. I was fooled like that once myself. What trouble and care I had with those turkey children, for I may as well tell you, they are afraid of the water. I simply could not get them into it. I quacked and snapped at them, but it wasn't a bit of use. Let me see the egg. Certainly, it's a turkey egg. Let it lie, and go teach your other children to swim.""Oh, I'll sit a little longer. I've been at it so long already that I may as well sit here half the summer.""Suit yourself," said the old duck, and away she waddled.At last the big egg did crack. "Peep," said the young one, and out he tumbled, but he was so big and ugly.The duck took a look at him. "That's a frightfully big duckling," she said. "He doesn't look the least like the others. Can he really be a turkey baby? Well, well! I'll soon find out. Into the water he shall go, even if I have to shove him in myself." Next day the weather was perfectly splendid, and the sun shone down on all the green burdock leaves. The mother duck led her whole family down to the moat. Splash! she took to the water. "Quack, quack," said she, and one duckling after another plunged in. The water went over their heads, but they came up in a flash, and floated to perfection. Their legs worked automatically, and they were all there in the water. Even the big, ugly gray one was swimming along."Why, that's no turkey," she said. "See how nicely he uses his legs, and how straight he holds himself. He's my very own son after all, and quite good-looking if you look at him properly. Quack, quack come with me. I'll lead you out into the world and introduce you to the duck yard. But keep close to me so that you won't get stepped on, and watch out for the cat!"Thus they sallied into the duck yard, where all was in an uproar because two families were fighting over the head of an eel. But the cat got it, after all."You see, that's the way of the world." The mother duck licked her bill because she wanted the eel's head for herself. "Stir your legs. Bustle about, and mind that you bend your necks to that old duck over there. She's the noblest of us all, and has Spanish blood in her. That's why she's so fat. See that red rag around her leg? That's a wonderful thing, and the highest distinction a duck can get. It shows that they don't want to lose her, and that she's to have special attention from man and beast. Shake yourselves! Don't turn your toes in. A well-bred duckling turns his toes way out, just as his father and mother do-this way. So then! Now duck your necks and say quack!"They did as she told them, but the other ducks around them looked on and said right out loud, "See here! Must we have this brood too, just as if there weren't enough of us already? And-fie! what an ugly-looking fellow that duckling is! We won't stand for him." One duck charged up and bit his neck."Let him alone," his mother said. "He isn't doing any harm.""Possibly not," said the duck who bit him, "but he's too big and strange, and therefore he needs a good whacking.""What nice-looking children you have, Mother," said the old duck with the rag around her leg. "They are all pretty except that one. He didn't come out so well. It's a pity you can't hatch him again.""That can't be managed, your ladyship," said the mother. "He isn't so handsome, but he's as good as can be, and he swims just as well as the rest, or, I should say, even a little better than they do. I hope his looks will improve with age, and after a while he won't seem so big. He took too long in the egg, and that's why his figure isn't all that it should be." She pinched his neck and preened his feathers. "Moreover, he's a drake, so it won't matter so much. I think he will be quite strong, and I'm sure he will amount to something.""The other ducklings are pretty enough," said the old duck. "Now make yourselves right at home, and if you find an eel's head you may bring it to me."So they felt quite at home. But the poor duckling who had been the last one out of his egg, and who looked so ugly, was pecked and pushed about and made fun of by the ducks, and the chickens as well. "He's too big," said they all. The turkey gobbler, who thought himself an emperor because he was born wearing spurs, puffed up like a ship under full sail and bore down upon him, gobbling and gobbling until he was red in the face. The poor duckling did not know where he dared stand or where he dared walk. He was so sad because he was so desperately ugly, and because he was the laughing stock of the whole barnyard.So it went on the first day, and after that things went from bad to worse. The poor duckling was chased and buffeted about by everyone. Even his own brothers and sisters abused him. "Oh," they would always say, "how we wish the cat would catch you, you ugly thing." And his mother said, "How I do wish you were miles away." The ducks nipped him, and the hens pecked him, and the girl who fed them kicked him with her foot.So he ran away; and he flew over the fence. The little birds in the bushes darted up in a fright. "That's because I'm so ugly," he thought, and closed his eyes, but he ran on just the same until he reached the great marsh where the wild ducks lived. There he lay all night long, weary and disheartened.When morning came, the wild ducks flew up to have a look at their new companion. "What sort of creature are you?" they asked, as the duckling turned in all directions, bowing his best to them all. "You are terribly ugly," they told him, "but that's nothing to us so long as you don't marry into our family."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 won'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 didn'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. The hen had short little legs, so she was called "Chickey Shortleg." She laid good eggs, and the old woman loved her as if she had been her own child.In the morning they were quick to notice the strange duckling. The cat began to purr, and the hen began to cluck."What on earth!" The old woman looked around, but she was short-sighted, and she mistook the duckling for a fat duck that had lost its way. "That was a good catch," she said. "Now I shall have duck eggs-unless it's a drake. We must try it out." So the duckling was tried out for three weeks, but not one egg did he lay.In this house the cat was master and the hen was mistress. They always said, "We and the world," for they thought themselves half of the world, and much the better half at that. The duckling thought that there might be more than one way of thinking, but the hen would not hear of it."Can you lay eggs?" she asked"No.""Then be so good as to hold your tongue."The cat asked, "Can you arch your back, purr, or make sparks?""No.""Then keep your opinion to yourself when sensible people are talking."The duckling sat in a corner, feeling most despondent. Then he remembered the fresh air and the sunlight. Such a desire to go swimming on the water possessed him that he could not help telling the hen about it."What on earth has come over you?" the hen cried. "You haven't a thing to do, and that's why you get such silly notions. Lay us an egg, or learn to purr, and you'll get over it.""But it's so refreshing to float on the water," said the duckling, "so refreshing to feel it rise over your head as you dive to the bottom.""Yes, it must be a great pleasure!" said the hen. "I think you must have gone crazy. Ask the cat, who's the wisest fellow I know, whether he likes to swim or dive down in the water. Of myself I say nothing. But ask the old woman, our mistress. There'sno one on earth wiser than she is. Do you imagine she wants to go swimming and feel the water rise over her head?""You don't understand me," said the duckling."Well, if we don't, who would? Surely you don't think you are cleverer than the cat and the old woman-to say nothing of myself. Don't be so conceited, child. Just thank your Maker for all the kindness we have shown you. Didn't you get into this snug room, and fall in with people who can tell you what's what? But you are such a numbskull that it's no pleasure to have you around. Believe me, I tell you this for your own good. I say unpleasant truths, but that's the only way you can know who are your friends. Be sure now that you lay some eggs. See to it that you learn to purr or to make sparks.""I think I'd better go out into the wide world," said the duckling."Suit yourself," said the hen.So off went the duckling. He swam on the water, and dived down in it, but still he was slighted by every living creature because of his ugliness.Autumn came on. The leaves in the forest turned yellow and brown. The wind took them and whirled them about. The heavens looked cold as the low clouds hung heavy with snow and hail. Perched on the fence, the raven screamed, "Caw, caw!" and trembled with cold. It made one shiver to think of it. Pity the poor little duckling! One evening, just as the sun was setting in splendor, a great flock of large, handsome birds appeared out of the reeds. The duckling had never seen birds so beautiful. They were dazzling white, with long graceful necks. They were swans. They uttered a very strange cry as they unfurled their magnificent wings to fly from this cold land, away to warmer countries and to open waters. They went up so high, so very high, that the ugly little duckling felt a strange uneasiness come over him as he watched them. He went around and round in the water, like a wheel. He craned his neck to follow their course, and gave a cry so shrill and strange that he frightened himself. Oh! He could not forget them-those splendid, happy birds. When he could no longer see them he dived to the very bottom. and when he came up again he was quite beside himself. He did not know what birds they were or whither they were bound, yet he loved them more than anything he had ever loved before. It was not that he envied them, for how could he ever dare dream of wanting their marvelous beauty for himself? He would have been grateful if only the ducks would have tolerated him-the poor ugly creature.The winter grew cold - so bitterly cold that the duckling had to swim to and fro in the water to keep it from freezing over. But every night the hole in which he swam kept getting smaller and smaller. Then it froze so hard that the duckling had to paddle continuously to keep the crackling ice from closing in upon him. At last, too tired to move, he was frozen fast in the ice.Early that morning a farmer came by, and when he saw how things were he went out on the pond, broke away the ice with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. There the duckling revived, but when the children wished to play with him he thought they meant to hurt him. Terrified, he fluttered into the milk pail, splashing the whole room with milk. The woman shrieked and threw up her hands ashe flew into the butter tub, and then in and out of the meal barrel. Imagine what he looked like now! The woman screamed and lashed out at him with the fire tongs. The children tumbled over each other as they tried to catch him, and they laughed and they shouted. Luckily the door was open, and the duckling escaped through it into the bushes, where he lay down, in the newly fallen snow, as if in a daze. But it would be too sad to tell of all the hardships and wretchedness he had to endure during this cruel winter. When the warm sun shone once more, the duckling was still alive among the reeds of the marsh. The larks began to sing again. It was beautiful springtime.Then, quite suddenly, he lifted his wings. They swept through the air much more strongly than before, and their powerful strokes carried him far. Before he quite knew what was happening, he found himself in a great garden where apple trees bloomed. The lilacs filled the air with sweet scent and hung in clusters from long, green branches that bent over a winding stream. Oh, but it was lovely here in the freshness of spring!From the thicket before him came three lovely white swans. They ruffled their feathers and swam lightly in the stream. The duckling recognized these noble creatures, and a strange feeling of sadness came upon him."I shall fly near these royal birds, and they will peck me to bits because I, who am so very ugly, dare to go near them. But I don't care. Better be killed by them than to be nipped by the ducks, pecked by the hens, kicked about by the hen-yard girl, or suffer such misery in winter."So he flew into the water and swam toward the splendid swans. They saw him, and swept down upon him with their rustling feathers raised. "Kill me!" said the poor creature, and he bowed his head down over the water to wait for death. But what did he see there, mirrored in the clear stream? He beheld his own image, and it was no longer the reflection of a clumsy, dirty, gray bird, ugly and offensive. He himself was a swan! Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.He felt quite glad that he had come through so much trouble and misfortune, for now he had a fuller understanding of his own good fortune, and of beauty when he met with it. The great swans swam all around him and stroked him with their bills. Several little children came into the garden to throw grain and bits of bread upon the water. The smallest child cried, "Here's a new one," and the others rejoiced, "yes, a new one has come." They clapped their hands, danced around, and ran to bring their father and mother.And they threw bread and cake upon the water, while they all agreed, "The new one is the most handsome of all. He's so young and so good-looking." The old swans bowed in his honor.Then he felt very bashful, and tucked his head under his wing. He did not know what this was all about. He felt so very happy, but he wasn't at all proud, for a good heart never grows proud. He thought about how he had been persecuted and scorned, and now he heard them all call him the most beautiful of all beautiful birds. The lilacs dipped their clusters into the stream before him, and the sun shone so warmand so heartening. He rustled his feathers and held his slender neck high, as he cried out with full heart: "I never dreamed there could be so much happiness, when I was the ugly duckling."。
安徒生童话-THE UGLY DUCKLING
1872FAIRY TALES OF HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTHE UGL Y DUCKLINGby Hans Christian AndersenIT was lovely summer weather in the country, and the goldencorn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered inthe Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. Thecorn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midstof which were deep pools. It was, indeed, delightful to walk aboutin the country. In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-houseclose by a deep river, and from the house down to the water sidegrew great burdock leaves, so high, that under the tallest of them alittle child could stand upright. The spot was as wild as the centreof a thick wood. In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watchingfor her young brood to hatch; she was beginning to get tired of hertask, for the little ones were a long time coming out of their shells,and she seldom had any visitors. The other ducks liked much betterto swim about in the river than to climb the slippery banks, and situnder a burdock leaf, to have a gossip with her. At length one shellcracked, and then another, and from each egg came a living creaturethat lifted its head and cried, "Peep, peep." "Quack, quack," said the mother, and then they all quacked as well as they could, and lookedabout them on every side at the large green leaves. Their motherallowed them to look as much as they liked, because green is goodfor the eyes. "How large the world is," said the young ducks, whenthey found how much more room they now had than while they were inside the egg-shell. "Do you imagine this is the whole world?" asked the mother; "Wait till you have seen the garden; it stretches far beyondthat to the parson's field, but I have never ventured to such adistance. Are you all out?" she continued, rising; "No, I declare, the largest egg lies there still. I wonder how long this is to last, Iam quite tired of it;" and she seated herself again on the nest."Well, how are you getting on?" asked an old duck, who paid hera visit."One egg is not hatched yet," said the duck, "it will not break.But just look at all the others, are they not the prettiest littleducklings you ever saw? They are the image of their father, who isso unkind, he never comes to see.""Let me see the egg that will not break," said the duck; "I haveno doubt it is a turkey's egg. I was persuaded to hatch some once, and after all my care and trouble with the young ones, they were afraid ofthe water. I quacked and clucked, but all to no purpose. I could notget them to venture in. Let me look at the egg. Yes, that is aturkey's egg; take my advice, leave it where it is and teach the other children to swim.""I think I will sit on it a little while longer," said the duck;"as I have sat so long already, a few days will be nothing.""Please yourself," said the old duck, and she went away.At last the large egg broke, and a young one crept forth crying, "Peep, peep." It was very large and ugly. The duck stared at it and exclaimed, "It is very large and not at all like the others. Iwonder if it really is a turkey. We shall soon find it out, however when we go to the water. It must go in, if I have to push it myself."On the next day the weather was delightful, and the sun shone brightly on the green burdock leaves, so the mother duck took her young brood down to the water, and jumped in with a splash. "Quack, quack," cried she, and one after another the little ducklings jumped in. The water closed over their heads, but they came up again in an instant, and swam about quite prettily with their legs paddling under them as easily as possible, and the ugly duckling was also in the water swimming with them."Oh," said the mother, "that is not a turkey; how well he uses his legs, and how upright he holds himself! He is my own child, and he is not so very ugly after all if you look at him properly. Quack,quack! come with me now, I will take you into grand society, and introduce you to the farmyard, but you must keep close to me or you may be trodden upon; and, above all, beware of the cat."When they reached the farmyard, there was a great disturbance, two families were fighting for an eel's head, which, after all, wascarried off by the cat. "See, children, that is the way of the world,"said the mother duck, whetting her beak, for she would have likedthe eel's head herself. "Come, now, use your legs, and let me seehow well you can behave. You must bow your heads prettily to thatold duck yonder; she is the highest born of them all, and hasSpanish blood, therefore, she is well off. Don't you see she has a red flag tied to her leg, which is something very grand, and a great honorfor a duck; it shows that every one is anxious not to lose her, as shecan be recognized both by man and beast. Come, now, don't turn your toes, a well-bred duckling spreads his feet wide apart, just likehis father and mother, in this way; now bend your neck, and say'quack.'"The ducklings did as they were bid, but the other duck stared, and said, "Look, here comes another brood, as if there were not enoughof us already! and what a queer looking object one of them is; wedon't want him here," and then one flew out and bit him in the neck."Let him alone," said the mother; "he is not doing any harm.""Yes, but he is so big and ugly," said the spiteful duck "and therefore he must be turned out.""The others are very pretty children," said the old duck, with the rag on her leg, "all but that one; I wish his mother could improve hima little.""That is impossible, your grace," replied the mother; "he is not pretty; but he has a very good disposition, and swims as well oreven better than the others. I think he will grow up pretty, andperhaps be smaller; he has remained too long in the egg, and therefore his figure is not properly formed;" and then she stroked his neckand smoothed the feathers, saying, "It is a drake, and therefore notof so much consequence. I think he will grow up strong, and able to take care of himself.""The other ducklings are graceful enough," said the old duck. "Now make yourself at home, and if you can find an eel's head, you canbring it to me."And so they made themselves comfortable; but the poor duckling, who had crept out of his shell last of all, and looked so ugly, wasbitten and pushed and made fun of, not only by the ducks, but by allthe poultry. "He is too big," they all said, and the turkey cock,who had been born into the world with spurs, and fancied himself really an emperor, puffed himself out like a vessel in full sail,and flew at the duckling, and became quite red in the head with passion, so that the poor little thing did not know where to go, andwas quite miserable because he was so ugly and laughed at by the whole farmyard. So it went on from day to day till it got worse and worse. The poor duckling was driven about by every one; even his brothers and sisters were unkind to him, and would say, "Ah, you ugly creature, I wish the cat would get you," and his mother said she wished he had never been born. The ducks pecked him, the chickens beat him, andthe girl who fed the poultry kicked him with her feet. So at last heran away, frightening the little birds in the hedge as he flew overthe palings."They are afraid of me because I am ugly," he said. So he closed his eyes, and flew still farther, until he came out on a large moor, inhabited by wild ducks. Here he remained the whole night, feeling very tired and sorrowful.In the morning, when the wild ducks rose in the air, they staredat their new comrade. "What sort of a duck are you?" they all said, coming round him.He bowed to them, and was as polite as he could be, but he did not reply to their question. "You are exceedingly ugly," said the wild ducks, "but that will not matter if you do not want to marry one ofour family."Poor thing! he had no thoughts of marriage; all he wanted was permission to lie among the rushes, and drink some of the water on the moor. After he had been on the moor two days, there came two wild geese, or rather goslings, for they had not been out of the egglong, and were very saucy. "Listen, friend," said one of them to the duckling, "you are so ugly, that we like you very well. Will you gowith us, and become a bird of passage? Not far from here is another moor, in which there are some pretty wild geese, all unmarried. Itis a chance for you to get a wife; you may be lucky, ugly as you are.""Pop, pop," sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood. "Pop, pop," echoed far and wide in the distance, and whole flocks of wild geese rose up from the rushes. The sound continued from every direction, for the sportsmen surrounded the moor, and some were even seated on branches of trees, overlooking the rushes. The blue smoke from the guns rose like clouds over the dark trees, and as it floated awayacross the water, a number of sporting dogs bounded in among the rushes, which bent beneath them wherever they went. How they terrified the poor duckling! He turned away his head to hide it under hiswing, and at the same moment a large terrible dog passed quite near him. His jaws were open, his tongue hung from his mouth, and his eyes glared fearfully. He thrust his nose close to the duckling,showing his sharp teeth, and then, "splash, splash," he went intothe water without touching him, "Oh," sighed the duckling, "how thankful I am for being so ugly; even a dog will not bite me." Andso he lay quite still, while the shot rattled through the rushes,and gun after gun was fired over him. It was late in the day beforeall became quiet, but even then the poor young thing did not dare to move. He waited quietly for several hours, and then, after looking carefully around him, hastened away from the moor as fast as he could. He ran over field and meadow till a storm arose, and he could hardly struggle against it. Towards evening, he reached a poor little cottage that seemed ready to fall, and only remained standing because it could not decide on which side to fall first. The storm continued soviolent, that the duckling could go no farther; he sat down by the cottage, and then he noticed that the door was not quite closed in consequence of one of the hinges having given way. There was therefore a narrow opening near the bottom large enough for him to slip through, which he did very quietly, and got a shelter for the night. A woman, a tom cat, and a hen lived in this cottage. The tom cat, whom the mistress called, "My little son," was a great favorite; he could raisehis back, and purr, and could even throw out sparks from his fur if it were stroked the wrong way. The hen had very short legs, so she was called "Chickie short legs." She laid good eggs, and her mistressloved her as if she had been her own child. In the morning, the strange visitor was discovered, and the tom cat began to purr, and the hen to cluck."What is that noise about?" said the old woman, looking round the room, but her sight was not very good; therefore, when she saw the duckling she thought it must be a fat duck, that had strayed from home. "Oh what a prize!" she exclaimed, "I hope it is not a drake, for then I shall have some duck's eggs. I must wait and see." So the duckling was allowed to remain on trial for three weeks, but there were no eggs. Now the tom cat was the master of the house, and the hen was mistress, and they always said, "We and the world," for they believed themselves to be half the world, and the better half too. The duckling thought that others might hold a different opinion on the subject, but the hen would not listen to such doubts. "Can you lay eggs?" she asked. "No." "Then have the goodness to hold your tongue." "Can you raise your back, or purr, or throw out sparks?" said the tom cat. "No." "Then you have no right to express an opinion when sensible people are speaking." So the duckling sat in a corner, feeling very low spirited, till the sunshine and the fresh air cameinto the room through the open door, and then he began to feel sucha great longing for a swim on the water, that he could not helptelling the hen."What an absurd idea," said the hen. "You have nothing else to do, therefore you have foolish fancies. If you could purr or lay eggs,they would pass away.""But it is so delightful to swim about on the water," said the duckling, "and so refreshing to feel it close over your head, whileyou dive down to the bottom.""Delightful, indeed!" said the hen, "why you must be crazy! Askthe cat, he is the cleverest animal I know, ask him how he wouldlike to swim about on the water, or to dive under it, for I will notspeak of my own opinion; ask our mistress, the old woman- there isno one in the world more clever than she is. Do you think she wouldlike to swim, or to let the water close over her head?""You don't understand me," said the duckling."We don't understand you? Who can understand you, I wonder? Do you consider yourself more clever than the cat, or the old woman? I willsay nothing of myself. Don't imagine such nonsense, child, and thankyour good fortune that you have been received here. Are you not in awarm room, and in society from which you may learn something. Butyou are a chatterer, and your company is not very agreeable. Believeme, I speak only for your own good. I may tell you unpleasanttruths, but that is a proof of my friendship. I advise you, therefore,to lay eggs, and learn to purr as quickly as possible.""I believe I must go out into the world again," said the duckling."Yes, do," said the hen. So the duckling left the cottage, and soon found water on which it could swim and dive, but was avoided by all other animals, because of its ugly appearance. Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell and whirled them inthe cold air. The clouds, heavy with hail and snow-flakes, hung low in the sky, and the raven stood on the ferns crying, "Croak, croak." It made one shiver with cold to look at him. All this was very sad forthe poor little duckling. One evening, just as the sun set amidradiant clouds, there came a large flock of beautiful birds out of the bushes. The duckling had never seen any like them before. They were swans, and they curved their graceful necks, while their soft plumage shown with dazzling whiteness. They uttered a singular cry, as they spread their glorious wings and flew away from those cold regions to warmer countries across the sea. As they mounted higher and higher in the air, the ugly little duckling felt quite a strange sensation as he watched them. He whirled himself in the water like a wheel, stretched out his neck towards them, and uttered a cry so strange that it frightened himself. Could he ever forget those beautiful, happy birds; and when at last they were out of his sight,he dived under the water, and rose again almost beside himself withexcitement. He knew not the names of these birds, nor where they had flown, but he felt towards them as he had never felt for any other bird in the world. He was not envious of these beautiful creatures, but wished to be as lovely as they. Poor ugly creature, how gladlyhe would have lived even with the ducks had they only given him encouragement. The winter grew colder and colder; he was obliged to swim about on the water to keep it from freezing, but every nightthe space on which he swam became smaller and smaller. At length it froze so hard that the ice in the water crackled as he moved, andthe duckling had to paddle with his legs as well as he could, tokeep the space from closing up. He became exhausted at last, and lay still and helpless, frozen fast in the ice.Early in the morning, a peasant, who was passing by, saw what had happened. He broke the ice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. The warmth revived the poor little creature; but when the children wanted to play with him, the duckling thought they would do him some harm; so he started up in terror, fluttered into the milk-pan, and splashed the milk about the room. Then the woman clapped her hands, which frightened him still more. He flew first into the butter-cask, then into the meal-tub,and out again. What a condition he was in! The woman screamed, and struck at him with the tongs; the children laughed and screamed, andtumbled over each other, in their efforts to catch him; but luckily he escaped. The door stood open; the poor creature could just manage to slip out among the bushes, and lie down quite exhausted in the newly fallen snow.It would be very sad, were I to relate all the misery and privations which the poor little duckling endured during the hard winter; but when it had passed, he found himself lying one morningin a moor, amongst the rushes. He felt the warm sun shining, and heard the lark singing, and saw that all around was beautiful spring. Then the young bird felt that his wings were strong, as he flapped them against his sides, and rose high into the air. They bore him onwards, until he found himself in a large garden, before he well knew how it had happened. The apple-trees were in full blossom, and the fragrant elders bent their long green branches down to the stream which wound round a smooth lawn. Everything looked beautiful, in the freshness of early spring. From a thicket close by came three beautiful white swans, rustling their feathers, and swimming lightly over the smooth water. The duckling remembered the lovely birds, and felt more strangely unhappy than ever."I will fly to those royal birds," he exclaimed, "and they willkill me, because I am so ugly, and dare to approach them; but itdoes not matter: better be killed by them than pecked by the ducks,beaten by the hens, pushed about by the maiden who feeds the poultry, or starved with hunger in the winter."Then he flew to the water, and swam towards the beautiful swans. The moment they espied the stranger, they rushed to meet him with outstretched wings."Kill me," said the poor bird; and he bent his head down to the surface of the water, and awaited death.But what did he see in the clear stream below? His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from aswan's egg. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the new-comer, and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome.Into the garden presently came some little children, and threw bread and cake into the water."See," cried the youngest, "there is a new one;" and the rest were delighted, and ran to their father and mother, dancing and clapping their hands, and shouting joyously, "There is another swan come; a new one has arrived."Then they threw more bread and cake into the water, and said, "Thenew one is the most beautiful of all; he is so young and pretty."And the old swans bowed their heads before him.Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even theelder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, "Inever dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling."THE END.。
中英童话故事_丑小鸭_The_Ugly_Duckling
丑小鸭 The Ugly DucklingOne evening, the sun was just setting in with true splendor when 1)a flock of beautiful large birds appeared out of the bushes. The duckling had never seen anything so beautiful. They were dazzlingly white with long waving necks. They were swans and uttering a peculiar cry. They spread out their magnificent broad wings and flew away from the cold regions toward warmer lands and open seas.They mounted so high, so very high, and the ugly little duckling became strangely uneasy. He circled around and around in the water like a wheel,3)craning his neck out into the air after them. Then he uttered the shriek so4)piercing and so strange that he was quite frightened by himself. Oh, he could not forget those beautiful birds, those happy birds and as soon as they were out of sight. He 5)ducked right down to the bottom and when he came up again, he was quite beside himself. He did not know what the birds were or where’d they flew. But all the same, he was more drawn towards them than he had ever been by any creatures before. He did not envy them in the least. How could it occur to him even to wish to be such a marvelous beauty? He wouldn’t be thankful if only the ducks would have tolerated him among them, the poor ugly creature.Early in the morning, a peasant came along and saw him, he went out onto the ice and hammered a hole in it with his heavy wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. There, it soon 6)revived. The children wanted to play with it. But the duckling thought they were going to ill use him and rushed in and he frightened to the milk-pan, and the milk 7)spurted out all over the room. The woman shrieked and threw up her hands. Then it flew to the butter-cask and down into the meal-tub and out again. Oh, just imagine what it looked like by this time. The woman screamed and tried to hit it with the 8)tongs, and the children 9)tumbled over one another in trying to catch it, and they screamed with laughter.By good luck, the door stood open and the duckling flew out among the bushes and the new fallen snow. And it lay there, thoroughly exhausted, but it would be too sad to mention all the privation and misery had to go through during that hard winter. When the sun began to shine warmly again, the duckling was in a marsh, lying among the rushes. The larks were singing, and the beautiful spring had come. Then all at once, it raised its wings and they flapped with much greater strength than before and bore him off vigorously. Before he knew where he was, he found himself in a large garden with the apple trees were in full blossom. And the air was scentedly with lilacs, the long branches of which overhung the indented shores of the lake. Oh, the spring freshness was so delicious. Just in front of him, he saw three beautiful white swans advancing towards him from a thicket. With rustling feathers, they swam lightly over the water. The duckling recognized the majestic birds, and he was overcome by a strange melancholy.“I will fly to them, the royal birds, and they will h ack me to pieces because I who am so ugly venture to approach them. But it won’t matter. Better to be killed by them than be snacked up by the ducks, 12)pecked by the hens, or 13)spurned by the hen wife, or suffer so much misery in the winter.” So he flew into the water and swam towards the stately swans. They saw him and darted toward him with ruffled feathers. “Kill me, oh, kill me.” said the poor creature. And bowing his head towards the water, he awaited his death. But what did he see? Reflected in the transparent water, he saw below him his own image, but he was no longer a clumsy dark gray bird, ugly and ungainly. He was himself, a swan.丑小鸭1、a flock of 一群2、mount [❍♋◆⏹♦] v. 增长，上升3、crane [ ❒♏♓⏹] v. 伸（颈）4、piercing [ ☐♓☜♦♓☠] a. 刺穿的，尖锐的5、duck [♎✈] v. 突然潜入水中6、revive [❒♓♋♓] v. 苏醒；复活；再生7、spurt out 喷出；涌出8、tongs [♦☠] n. 火钳，夹子9、tumble [♦✈❍♌●] v. 摔倒；滚；乱10、thicket [ ♓♓♦] n. 树丛；灌木丛11、rustling [ ❒✈♦●♓☠] n. 沙沙声12、peck [☐♏] v. 啄13、spurn [♦☐☜⏹] v. 傲慢地拒绝；摒弃The Wolf and the Lamb 狼与小羊WOLF, meeting with a Lamb astray from the fold, resolved not to lay violent hands on him, but to find some plea to justify to the Lamb theWolf's right to eat him. He thus addressed him:"Sirrah, last year you grossly insulted me." "Indeed," bleated the Lamb in a mournful tone of voice, "I was not then born." Then said the Wolf , "You feed in my pasture." "No, good sir," replied the Lamb, "I have not yet tasted grass." Again said the Wolf, "You drink of my well." "No," exclaimed the Lamb, "I never yet drank water, for as yet my mother's milk is both food and drink to me." Upon which the Wolf seized him and ate him up, saying, "Well! I won't remain supperless, even though you refute every one of my imputations."The tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny.The Bat and the Weasels蝙蝠与黄鼠狼A BAT who fell upon the ground and was caught by a Weasel pleaded to be spared his life. The Weasel refused, saying that he was by nature the enemy of all birds. The Bat assured him that he was not a bird, but a mouse, and thus was set free. Shortly afterwards the Bat again fell to the ground and was caught by another Weasel, whom he likewise entreated not to eat him. The Weasel said that he had a special hostility to mice. The Bat assured him that he was not a mouse, but a bat, and thus a second time escaped.It is wise to turn circumstances to good account.The Ass and the Grasshopper 驴子与蚱蜢AN ASS having heard some Grasshoppers chirping, was highly enchanted; and, desiring to possess the same charms of melody, demanded what sort of food they lived on to give them such beautiful voices. They replied, "The dew." The Ass resolved that he would live only upon dew, and in a short time died of hunger.驴子听见蚱蜢唱歌，被美妙动听的歌声所打动，自己也想能发出同样悦耳动听的声音，便羡慕地问他们吃些什么，才能发出如此美妙的声音来。
少儿英语故事阅读：TheUglyDuckling丑小鸭
少儿英语故事阅读：TheUglyDuckling丑小鸭少儿英语故事阅读：The Ugly Duckling 丑小鸭相信大家都听过丑小鸭的'故事，下面yjbys店铺为大家分享的是少儿英语故事——丑小鸭，希望对同学们学习英语有帮助!英语故事阅读：The Ugly Duckling 丑小鸭A mother duck was brooding on her eggs near the margin of a pond. A flock of lovely baby ducks was soon born, making sweet peeping sounds when the eggs were broken. But one egg remained unbroken. "It is strange. Why has this egg not broken?"The mother duck continued her brooding. At last, the egg was broken and a baby duck was born. However that baby duck was very ugly compared to the other baby ducks.The mother duck was worried, but still she took the baby ducks near the water and taught them how to swim. The ugly duckling also swam with his brothers and sisters, moving his legs eagerly. "It is lucky though. That baby swims well." Still his brothers pecked at the ugly duckling with their bills."How hideous this baby duck is. We don't want to see you. Go to a cat." His brothers gave a very hard time to the poor duckling. "Stop it, don't do that!" The mother duck sighed and said, "Ah! I wish that this baby could live happily at another place."The baby duck heard what his mother said and dropped tears of sorrow saying, "Mom, I will leave. Good-bye." The ugly duckling left his nest beyond the pond.When he entered the forest, other birds were frightened by the baby duck and ran away. "Why do they run away? Is it because I am so awful?" The baby duck became sadder and plodded along the field.Near the water beside the field, two wild ducks were playing around. "Yah, what is that ugly duck? Let's make fun of him." The two wild ducks flew up in the air and threw stones at the baby duck."Bang! Bang!" At that time, a hunter shot his gun. The two wild ducks fell down dead to the ground. "Uh? What is this small bird?" The hunter took home the awkward little baby duck along with the two wild ducks."Dad, what is this poor-looking bird?" "I took it with me in order to give it to you, my son. It was trembling with fear in the water." The children gave a hard time to the baby duck by pulling its wings and tail."That hurts! Ow!" The baby duck spilled a jug of milk while running away from the cruel hands of the children. The dishes on the table were also broken. The angry hunter sent out the baby duck with a flourish of his broomstick. And so the after being cast out from the house of the hunter, the ugly duckling spent a long and cold winter alone.Finally spring came. The baby duck had a good stretch and flew up in the air vigorously. "Uh! I am flying!"Upon the lake, a flock of white and pretty swans were playing around while swimming. "They are indeed pretty birds." The baby duck became sad. "Those birds may not like me as I am so ugly."The baby duck tried to run away from the group of beautiful swans. "Hi! Where are you going? Come and play around with us!" The baby duck approached the swans hesitatingly. At that moment, the baby duck saw his own appearance reflected to the lake. There was one more beautiful swan gliding gracefully across the water.The ugly duckling who overcame all suffering had finallybecome a beautiful swan. And so he lived happily ever after.【少儿英语故事阅读：The Ugly Duckling 丑小鸭】。
The ugly duckling丑小鸭
It’s a hot summer. The mother duck is looking at her eggs. She is very happy, and she is waiting. “Quack! Quack!”The baby ducklings come out one by one. But the biggest egg is still there. At last, the duckling comes out. This duckling is very big and ugly. So they all call him “the ugly duckling”.The ugly duckling is lonely. No one loves him. His brother and sisters don’t want to play with him. The roosters say to his mother, “He is so ugly. He is not your child.” The mother duck is very sad. The ugly duckling cries, then he goes away.He walks and walks. Then he sees a small house. In the houses, there is an old lady and a dog. The ugly duckling asks, “Can I stay here?” The old lady says, “OK. You can stay.”But the dog doesn’t like him. So he goes away again.Autumn comes, the leaves turn yellow. One evening, the ugly duckling sees a lot of beautiful birds. “Swans!”He says,“How beautiful!” He looks at himself and cries, “I am so ugly.”Winter comes. The ugly duckling is very cold and hungry.A farmer sees him and brings him home. But the farmer’s son and his wife don’t like him. They beat him. The ugly duckling is very sad. He goes away again.Spring comes, it’s sunny and warm. The ugly duckling grows up. One day, he sees many beautiful swans. He says, “Nice to meet you.” The swans say, “Nice to meet you, beautiful swans.” The ugly duckling is very surprised. He looks at the water. He sees a beautiful swans. He is very happy. He shouts, “I am a swan!”。
英语童话故事丑小鸭
英语童话故事丑小鸭《丑小鸭》是一本含有童话和寓言的儿童作品。
这本书写了一只天鹅蛋在鸭群中破壳后，因相貌怪异，让同类鄙弃，历经千辛万苦、重重磨难之后长成了白天鹅。
下面是店铺整理的英语童话故事丑小鸭，欢迎大家阅读!英语童话故事丑小鸭The Ugly DucklingLong ago, in a farmyard many miles away, a Mother Duck sat on her nest. She was waiting for her eggs to hatch. Each day she proudly looked at them. There were six eggs, which meant six little ducklings to teach to swim.One sunny spring morning, the first egg began to crack..'Tap, tap, tap,' went the duckling inside, trying to get out. Mother Duck watched as the egg cracked open and out popped a fluffy duckling."One," said Mother Duck proudly.The next day, the second egg hatched and out popped another fluffy duckling."Two," said Mother Duck proudly.On the third day, duckling number three hatched."That leaves just three," said Mother Duck.On the fourth and fifth day, ducklings number four and five hatched."That leaves just one," said Mother Duck, as she settled on her nest. Her ducklings gathered around her.But on the sixth day nothing happened. Nor on the seventh."How strange," said Mother Duck on the seventh day. "It should have hatched by now."One of the farmyard chickens wandered by."Oh," she said. "You're still there I thought you'd be on thepond by now.""It's this last egg," said Mother Duck. "It hasn't hatched yet.""Let me see," said the chicken. "Well no wonder. It looks like a goose egg to me. You'll be here for a long time.""Oh dear," said Mother Duck. "I have my five little ducklings to teach to swim. What shall I do? I can't leave it.""Aah well," said the chicken, and she wandered off.The goose heard that one of her eggs was in Mother Duck's nest."Is it true?" she asked, as she puffed up to the nest. "Do you have one of my eggs?""I think so," said Mother Duck. They both looked in the nest."Huh," said the goose. "That's not mine. It looks more like that absent-minded turkey's egg."As they looked, they suddenly heard the faint tapping. The shell was breaking."We'll soon see," said the goose.They watched and waited."Oh," said the goose."Oh, dear," said Mother Duck, as she looked at the sixth duckling. It looked most strange, it was straggly and grey where its brothers and sisters were fluffy and yellow. It was also bigger than them.It quacked as it saw its mother."Well, if it's a turkey," said the goose, "it won't swim."Mother Duck hurried her ducklings to the pond. She waddled in and listened. Splash! Splish! Splosh! Splash! Splish! She turned and looked. All six ducklings followed her in the water."Oh, well," she said. "He can swim. He is definitely not a turkey."The sixth duckling was very good at swimming, and was soon swimming better than his brothers and sisters.Back at the farmyard, things did not go well for the little duckling. Everyone called him an ugly duckling. The chickens laughed at him, the turkeys chased him and the geese hissed at him.Soon even his brothers and sisters would not talk to him, but when his mother turned away, he was very sad. He decided to leave the farmyard.One sunny morning, he walked out of the farmyard and didn't look back. He wandered away, looking for somewhere new to live.When he'd been walking a while he came to a large lake. There were some ducks swimming on it.He swam up to them."May I stay on this lake?" he asked."Of course," said the ducks. "We'll be moving on soon. Why don't you join us, if you're on your own?""Thank you," said the duckling.The duckling stayed on the lake and day by day he grew bigger. One day he looked up to see some large white birds flying gracefully over the lake."They're beautiful," he whispered, and then sighed. "I wonder who they are?"One day the ducks came to see him."It's autumn, and we're going now," they told him, "join us if you want to."Some ducks began to fly up to leave, but suddenly loud bangs were heard. Two of the ducks fell from the sky. Others flew up in fright, and more fell as more bangs were heard.The duckling ran and hid. He found a bush and stayed there until the noise had died down. When it was quiet he sadly left the lake and headed away over the fields.He came to another lake and there he stayed. Winter was coming and he was alone. As the days grew colder, he found that it was harder to find food.The one morning he woke and found that he couldn't move. The lake had frozen and he was stuck in the ice. The day passed and the duckling was giving up hope of being found. But late in the afternoon a man walking his dog saw him. He broke the ice, and the duckling was free. He ran across the ice and hid. He didn't dare to go on the ice again.Winter passed, spring came, and the ice melted.The duckling stretched his wings and found that they were strong enough to carry him. He flew upon and over the lake, high above the trees and fields. He should have been very happy, but he was not because he felt so lonely.A few days later, he looked up to see the large white birds he had seen in the autumn. They looked beautiful as they landed on the lake. The duckling admired their glossy white feathers and long necks. He swan over to take a closer look at them."Please," he said shyly. "Will you tell me who you are. You are so beautiful and I am so ugly. I've never seen anybody like you.""Ugly," cried one of the white birds. "How silly!""We're swans," said another. "Why do you think you're ugly? Look at yourself in the water."The duckling looked and caught sight of his own reflection. He gasped in surprise, for instead of seeing a fat, grey duckling he saw a swan with a long elegant neck and a bright orange bill. "I'm like you," he cried. "I'm a swan, too.""Definitely," said the swan, with a smile."Does that mean I can stay with you, and not live alone?""Of course," said the swans.At that moment two children ran down to the lake. "Ooh, look!" they cried. "The swans are back and there's a new one, too. Isn't he beautiful!"The ugly duckling stretched his neck and ruffled his feathers with pride.Then it was time to go flying with all of the other swans and, as the duckling took off from the lake, he could see his new beautiful reflection in the water.。
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The next morning,
the ugly duckling went to look for food.
“What kind of bird are you?”asked some wild ducks.
“Iam a duck.”Said the ugly duckling.
“You can’t be a duck!”
“Iam a duck!Iam a duck!Iam!”
cried the ugly duckling.
And then he ran away.
The ugly duckling hid in some grass.
Soon it got dark.
The ugly duckling was scared and lonely.
“Ugly duckling!U来自ly duckling!”said the eight other ducklings.
“Ugly duckling!Ugly duckling!”
“Go, away!”
The ugly duckling stayed away
from his eight brothers and sisters.
“I’m coming.”cried the ugly duckling.
“Wait for me! Wait for me!”
The ugly duckling flapped his wings.
He tried to take off.
But he couldn’t fly very well.
Once upon a time,nine ducklings hatched.
Eight were pretty and fluffy and yellow.
But the ninth duckling
did not look like the others.
“You are not like the rest.”said his mother.
You can’t be a duck!
Being different is a part of growing up.
Being yourself is the purpose of growing up.
Once the mother duck took her ducklings to visit another duck family on the other side of the lake.
They teased the ugly duckling.
“You can’t be a duck!”
The ugly duckling stayed all winter.
It was cold.
Very cold.
And windy, too.
One day, the ugly duckling saw some swans flying south.
“Come with us!”they called.
The ugly duckling stayed by the lake.
He grew…and grew…and grew!
In the spring, the ugly duckling flapped his wings.
They were big and strong.
“Ican fly.”he said.
“Ican fly.”
He flew to a riverbank.
“Comeand stay with us.”said the swans.
“Who, me?”asked the ugly duckling.
“You don’t want me,
I’m just an ugly duckling.”
“Aduckling?”they said.
“No, you are a swan.
Abeautiful swan, just like us!”
Story summary
Ugly duckling, ugly duckling,
You are not like us.
You can’t be a duck!
“You can’t be a duck!”
“You can’t be a duck!”they teased.
The ugly duckling ran away
from the wild ducks.
He ran and ran until he came to another lake.
“I’ll stay here.”he said.