***FREE STORY***This multimedia retelling of 'The Ugly Duckling' has bonus material; an English translation of the original fairy tale published by Hans Christian Andersen on November, 11, 1843 to critical acclaim (chapters ten to thirteen) and a sh...
Coughing dust from my lungs, I unsteadily rise to my feet. I shake my wing untangling it from a wooden beam and dust whilst looking around.
A few metres away is an older woman watching my slow progress. Beyond her is a Tom-cat and Hen sitting by a fire place.
"Are you just going to stand out there in the cold night," shouts the old woman.
"Hello, I'm Ebony, although I'm called TUD," I walk towards her hesitantly. After the massacre, my body trembles anticipating danger.
"What kind of name is that?" She sounds friendly.
"The Ugly Duckling."
"Interesting stage name. I'm old woman Bess, these two are my family. Tom-Cat can set up his back and purr. Indeed, he can even throw out sparks when stroked the wrong way."
"I'm pleased to meet you Tom-Cat."
The black cat meowed stretching out majestically in response.
"This is Chickie short-legs. No hen lays better eggs in these parts."
"I'm pleased to meet you Chickie."
Chickie cackles.
"On the farm, I looked unusual at birth so I spent the first night at the big house. We had a cat just like you but my golden feathers have since darkened as you can see," I twirl around for them.
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