Lee chuckled, shifting to pull himself up a bit before he started in.
"There was a young duckling who did not look like his fellow ducklings in the pond. They laughed at him and called him ugly and would not play with him, so he set out to find someone who would be his friend. No matter how many ducks he approached, they all gave him the same responses and he was discourage. But as time passed, he found a very beautiful kind of duck, and he was too afraid to approach them at first. He thought, surely these beautiful creatures would not want to be my friends either. Discouraged, he watched them from afar until they left for the winter.
"He spent all winter alone and miserable, and he cursed himself for being such a coward. But when spring came and the birds all returned he plucked up his courage and went to talk with those pretty ducks. It was then that they explained they were actually swans, not ducks, and they told him he was not ugly. He was just as beautiful as they, for he had grown up and he had never been a duckling at all, but a cygnet. And he lived with them happily, glad to have found the true friends and family he always wanted."
It was a silly tale, a story for little children, but it was easily one of Lee's favorites.
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"There was a young duckling who did not look like his fellow ducklings in the pond. They laughed at him and called him ugly and would not play with him, so he set out to find someone who would be his friend. No matter how many ducks he approached, they all gave him the same responses and he was discourage. But as time passed, he found a very beautiful kind of duck, and he was too afraid to approach them at first. He thought, surely these beautiful creatures would not want to be my friends either. Discouraged, he watched them from afar until they left for the winter.
"He spent all winter alone and miserable, and he cursed himself for being such a coward. But when spring came and the birds all returned he plucked up his courage and went to talk with those pretty ducks. It was then that they explained they were actually swans, not ducks, and they told him he was not ugly. He was just as beautiful as they, for he had grown up and he had never been a duckling at all, but a cygnet. And he lived with them happily, glad to have found the true friends and family he always wanted."
It was a silly tale, a story for little children, but it was easily one of Lee's favorites.