I know I changed,
that was the point
Fiona trips again over her long skinny legs. She falls with her crooked beak on the sand and tastes the sand in her mouth. She hears the other animals chuckling but she doesn’t let it get to her. She stands up, ruffles the sand out of her feathers and spits out the sand. With her head up hight she proudly walks away. She knóws, she looks different. The fluffy yellow ducklings in the pond, with their tiny feet and pointed beaks, all look so cute. Unlike Fiona, who crawled out of her egg like a big fluffy gray muddle with her legs all tangled up. But does that make her any less nice? Still, the other ducks don’t want to play with her. That’s why Fiona decides to leave the pond.
When summer slowly turns into autumn, Fiona looks for a save place to stay during winter. She sees the lake where she used to live. She chuckles when she sees the fat, loud croaking ducks. What happend to them? There’s nothing cute about them anymore.
“Fiona?” she suddenly hears behind her. “Fiona, is that you? You’ve changed.” It’s Dickie, the only duck who stood up for her, when she was being bullied. Dickie looks up. Her clumsy legs are no longer tangled, her feathers, not grey anymore but soft pink, which make her look even friendlier. Dikkie can’t believe how beautiful she is. “Dickie!” she yells happy, glad he still recognizes her. “Of course I’ve changed,” she says smiles and winks, “that was the point.”
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