
The Journey of the Ugly Duckling
By Tâm Đồng Thị Minh

15 Apr, 2025

Mother Duck surveyed her nest with loving eyes, her feathers fluffed protectively over six eggs—five small and speckled, and one large and oddly colored.

"I wonder when my babies are going to come out," she murmured, her voice hopeful as she listened to the quiet of the morning, the warm sun promising new life.

Suddenly, the silence broke with a series of tiny cracks—Mother Duck leaned in, heart fluttering, as the five little eggs trembled and split open with a chorus of "tap, tap, tap!"

One by one, the ducklings stretch their wings and snuggle close to Mother Duck, who beams with pride and delight.

"Oh, my babies are so beautiful," she coos, her heart swelling as she nuzzles each new life.

But all is not quiet for long—the large egg begins to shudder violently, drawing every eye as a deep "bang, bang, bang" echoes through the nest, signaling another arrival.

Ugly Duckling (the newly hatched, awkward, grey duckling, gentle and sensitive) looks around, unsure of her place among the fluffy yellow ducklings.

"My dear, you may not be as pretty as your siblings, but you are just as special," Mother Duck assures her, wrapping the little one in a warm, feathery embrace.

Despite her mother's love, Ugly Duckling can't help noticing the way her siblings glance at her and whisper, even as she tries to join their games.

Sister Duck (playful sibling, sometimes mean-spirited) sneers as she waddles by. "You are ugly," she teases, feathers ruffling with laughter.

Brother Duck (boisterous and quick to judge) joins in, his voice sharp with mockery.

"We will not play with you, go away!" The laughter of her siblings stings, and Ugly Duckling feels more alone with each passing day.

She journeys through fields and woods, encountering rabbits who twitch their noses in confusion and bluebirds who tilt their heads, puzzled by her appearance.

Rabbit (curious woodland animal) hops near.

"You don’t look like us," he remarks, while a nearby bluebird chirps, "Why are you so gray?" Dog (a farm dog, indifferent) crosses her path, glancing briefly before trotting away, leaving Ugly Duckling to whisper sadly, "I’m so ugly that even the dog doesn’t want to eat me."

With nowhere to go, she shelters under bare branches and dreams of warmth and belonging.

Her reflection in frozen puddles reminds her of her loneliness and difference, but she carries on, hoping for a place to call home.

The world seems endless and empty, yet she perseveres, guided by a faint glimmer of hope.

Drawn to the water, she approaches the riverbank, where a group of graceful swans glide across the shimmering surface.

Swan (elegant and kind, with snowy feathers) turns toward her with a welcoming smile. "Hello there, little friend.

You are welcome to join us," the swan calls out, her voice gentle and warm. "But I’m not beautiful like you.

I’m just an ugly duck," replies Ugly Duckling, her voice tinged with sadness.

"No, you are so beautiful like us," she reassures, nodding toward the water. Ugly Duckling leans over and gasps—her reflection reveals a majestic white swan, elegant and radiant.

She is transformed, her feathers gleaming, her posture proud. Overjoyed, the swans welcome her into their group, and together they swim beneath the blue sky, friends at last.

Her journey has taught her the power of self-acceptance, the patience to endure, and the wisdom not to judge by appearances.

As she floats beneath the sun, Ugly Duckling knows she was never truly ugly—just different, and wonderfully so.

The river sparkles, and the chorus of swans rises, reminding all that real beauty shines from within, and everyone is special in their own way.