A tomcat and hen both crept up to the Ugly Duckling.
“Who do
you think you are, coming here and taking up room by the fire?”
said the tomcat with a hiss.
“Squawk!” said the hen. “I'm the only one around here who lays
eggs.”
“Don't worry,” said the Ugly Duckling. “I am a boy duck.”
“Then why are you here?” said the tomcat. “Didn't you hear what
the old woman said?”
“Get out of here, imposter!” clucked the hen.
“Go away!" hissed the tomcat.
The door was still a bit open, so the poor Ugly Duckling slipped
out the door and back into the storm.
“No one ever wants me,” said the Ugly Duckling with a tear in his
eye.
Part 4: A New Lake
The storm ended. Finally he found another lake. Looking in the
water, the Ugly Duckling saw a reflection from above - a flock of
large birds flying by. He turned to look at them. They were the
most beautiful birds he had ever seen. Their long bodies and
slender necks winged through the sky with ease and grace. He
watched until the very last bird disappeared from view.
The Ugly Duckling stayed at the lake as the days grew
shorter. The le