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 nice morning, the eggs hatched and out popped six chirpy ducklings.
But one egg was bigger than the rest, and it didn´t hatch. Mother Duck couldn´t recall laying that seventh egg. How did it get there? 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.
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, shaking her head as she looked at her last born.
Well, the gray duckling certainly wasn´t pretty, and since he ate far more than his brothers, he was outgrowing them. As the days went by, the poor ugly duckling became more and more unhappy. His brothers didn´t want to play with him, he was so clumsy, and all the farmyard folks simply laughed at him.
