TIGblogs TIG | TIGblogs GROUP TIGBLOGS LOGIN SIGNUP
urssulasss's notation: music is the key!
urssulasss's notation: music is the key!
The Story About A Little Duckling
Translations available in: English (original) | French | Spanish | Italian | German | Portuguese | Swedish | Russian | Dutch | Arabic

Loads of times i forget what i want to say to people. When i'm thinking about things we've said later, i remember hundreds of things i could say to then. Here's a little story i'm writing for anybody willing to read it, about a duckling, who had the same problem as i do have it, sometimes.

Once upon a time in a little pond in the valley of peace lived a little ducking who had bright soft yellowish feathers, was very smart, knew loads of things but had a little problem, that enabled her to talk to other ducks. When all her friends talked about things that happened in the pond and beyond it or about the other issues ducks usually talk about, she allways wanted to join them in the conversation, but every time she wanted to say sth, she couldnt. At first other ducks allways waited for her to say sth, but after a while, when they realised she couldnt say anything they grew a habit that every time she wanted to say sth they ignored her and didnt bother to listen to her anymore. The other reason for this was also that at the times when she managed to say sth, nothing sensible came out of her, so they started to mock her and make fun of her. After that this little duck just listened to the conversations her fellow ducks had and thought to herself what she could say. When they made fun out of her she remembered millions of things what would be the best to say to them afterwards, when she was alone, somewhere between the grass in the pond. Although she hadnt got any friends, she enjoyed her life. There were many little things she could do by herself (i wont be telling you about what she did-if you want to know about that part you can simply ask me;)) and with her mother who loved her for as she was.

One day when she swam along, making circles around ducks talking about an important issue of how to maintain their feathers best, sth between the grass started to move. At first ducks ignored it, because they thought that clumbsy duckling was making that noise, but when the sound grew louder and nearer and far too loud for a little duckling to make by herself, they turned their heads slowly towards the direction the sound was comming from. Behind the curtain of grass they saw orange ears that stuck out of it and they knew imediately what was going on. They started to scream as loud as they could and there was feathers and chaos flying around everywhere around-all the ducks hide wherever they could before the fox could eat them but for the little duckling who was still busy making circles around the lake and who havent noticed what had happened yet. When she came to the place where other ducks were talking before, she thought to herself: "How come they've went to their homes so early. They've just started to make a fresh conversation which usually takes them hours to finish it." and just after completing a thought to herself she noticed a fox praying towards her. Forgetting about her fear of speaking she usually had and seeing all the feathers lying around in the water she said to the fox: "You ugly beast! How could you eat all my friends!? And what do you think i can do now all by myself, huh?! Think of how you would feel about if sb ate all your friends that you have! Think of how lonely and miserable you would be and now imagine how do i feel right now. You've done enough harm here-go away and never return back again. You're so mean and i thought you foxes were nicer. All the other ducks allways talked about how you were mean, eating ducks, but i didnt belive them. I said to myself, that such wonderfull beasts couldnt be as bad as others talked about, but now i see that they were right. You really are a cruel beast. You dont deserve to eat such fine ducks as you have. Go away! What are you waiting for?! GO AwAY!!!" Poo fox, all perplexed and stunned by the words little duck just said to her forgot about what she was doing there for a slip moment and then thought to herself: "What a small duck and what a big heart! She really must love her friends. I'm going to find my supper somewhere else." and she run away.

Little duck just started being sad when all the other ducks that hide between the bushes came out, touched by what they've just heard and some seen (yes, some couldnt hide that well and far so they could see what was actually happening, others just heard what was little duckling screaming, not just talking about). They hugged her and thanked her for what she had just done. They said to her that she was really brave and that they hope they could have been better and nicer to her and that they could let her a chance to speak when she tried to. After that evening little duckling was scared of speaking anymore. From that point on she told to her friends, yes her friends-she made friends, everything that was on her mind, although they usually didnt agree they listened for her advice. She still didnt agree to all their points of view but at least she could tell them now. She made a good friend, who thought the same as she did, but was usually quiet about such issues because he didnt want to be the only one with the same issue. They usually stepped together and tell what they thought. Some of their ideas even came true and ducks acceppted their thoughts. They made a harmony between themselves that they say had never been seen in that vally before, but was seen ever since and all the little ducks that ever lived knew the story of the brave duckling that saved her "friends" from the beast.



OK, this is a typical story with a happy ending and isnt exactly entirely about the issue i have, but it's a story. What do you think about it? Tell me!

April 8, 2008 | 4:32 PM Comments  0 comments

You must be logged in to add tags.


crazydiamond's Profile

crazydiamond's Friends


Latest Posts
Smurfs
Fire
Shoes
Links to maps
Everybody Loves...

Monthly Archive
February 2005
March 2005
April 2005
May 2005
July 2005
September 2005
November 2005
December 2005
January 2006
April 2006
June 2006
February 2007
July 2007
September 2007
October 2007
November 2007
December 2007
January 2008
February 2008
March 2008
April 2008
June 2008
July 2008
August 2008

Change Language


Tags Archive
amazing animalplanet architecture bata camper dog easy eurovisionsongcontest fun historyofmusic ljubljana love manoloblahnik mith mobilephone music night of painting puppy radiation review savetheplanet scotland scouts slovenia st.valentinesday story the tristan&isolde

Friends
George
-SB- Shobuz Bhai
A Better Community for All (ABC4All)
Anja
AWellEarth.net
Barbara
Bitsy
Charity Fadun
Cherrie
Chris Williams
Dave Matthews
Desert ROSE
Drbadr
Evelyn Mirembe
fernand carlo
Frank
Frederick Bernas
Gabbie
Gill
Guilherme Johansen
Hayk Hakobyan
Iris Lea
Ishfaq Boby
J R
Jaevion
Jan Peloza
janet ng yah woon
Jonathon D. Colman
Katja
King TUT JR.
Kumar, Kundan
Lelei
Lewis Best
libra Gil
m@tt
Malcolm Lawrence
marouane traymi
Martin Breskvar
matej bratina
Mian A Amin
Paul Yox
Samo
Sessi
SLOVENC
Tareq
Tochukwu Mclouis
Trina
venus
WeAreTeachers
Wenceslaus Bamugasheki
Yulia
Ziga Vavpotic

Links
Animated Knots
bbc radio
Big Blue Ball Project
cnn
dictionary
discovery
Flektor-making polls
Free Sheet Music
Geopedia
homec sunshines
Honda sound
Latin Dictionary
Lifehack
Literature
Musicovery-webRadio
national geographic pics
Online Clock
Radio Kaos
Roald Dahl Official Site
rtv slo
TED-Ideas worth spreading
Tobin Stokes
Via Michelin-cards
Virtual Therapy for the Soul
Wiki Quote


77967 views
Important Disclaimer