“I am doing nothing of that kind.” The duckling scowled at her mum.“Trust me this will make you look beautiful.” The swan looked at the bottle of fairness cream in her hand and then at her ugly child.“Please use some and then the men will come flocking.” The swan was close to begging; and tears.“I don’t want to be beautiful. I’d rather be different; and have a spine.”The mother couldn’t bear the shame of an ugly child.She thought, ‘Even if I lack a spine, I have a sharp enough beak.’
Peck. Peck. Peck. Peck. Peck.
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