the ugly duckling

The ugly duckling stood in front of a mirror. Her critical eyes roamed every inch of her body, from the coarse tuft of hair on top of her round head right down to her feet. But what she hated the most, oh how she hated it, was her mouth. It looked like a duck's beak. The ugly did a 180 and looked at his ample derriere, craning her neck as she did so. Now there's another reason to add to my misery. She did not wonder why she became the butt of the jokes (pun truly intended) of her family and friends.


The duckling then walked with her signature awkward gait to a rock near a pond where her whole family were swimming. She sighed as she looked at a swan which perched prettily on a huge rock at the middle of the pond while all the males flocked to her side. The swan held herself regally with a serene expression etched on her beautiful face. Her feathers were as white as snow during winter her long, slender neck struck the perfect balance between grace and strength. Oh, how I envy the swans! Cried the ugly duckling.


Years have passed and unlike the bed-time story for wide-eyed innocent little children, the ugly duckling did not grow to be a beutiful swan. Appearancewise, she was still her dull and drab self, the stark contrast of her plain look was highlighted even more so when she sat beside the graceful swan. But what the ugly duckling lacked in looks, she made up with her personality.
Possessing steely determination, light-heartedness and sincerity, wit, humour and humbleness,
the ugly duckling became quite a vivacious character.




And the ugly duckling lived happpily ever after?




That is yet to be seen. But let's keep our hopes up and pray for the best for the ugly duckling.
I'm pretty sure she would find have her happy ending before the curtains are drawn.