The birds flew south this morning.
DUCKLING. I shall starve there.
CAT. It would really be a good thing for you if I should eat you.
DUCKLING. I'd thank you to do so, dear sir.
HEN. Eat him, since he is so willing. He is too ugly to live.
CAT (_turning away_). I can't, he is too ugly to eat.
(_To the Duckling._)
Come, out with you!
HEN (_running at him_). Yes, yes! Out with you! Out with you!
[_They push the Duckling out of the door into the snow._]
DUCKLING. Alas! What shall I do? Where shall I go? Why was I made so ugly
that every one despises me!
SCENE III
TIME: _the next spring_.
PLACE: _the brook on the Moor Farm_.
* * * * *
THE UGLY DUCKLING.
THE MOLE.
THE FATHER.
THE MOTHER.
THE CHILDREN.
THE SWANS.
* * * * *
[_The_ UGLY DUCKLING _sits on the hill of a_ MOLE _near the brook which
winds through the Moor Farm._]
MOLE (_from the mole hill_). Will you please move? I wish to come out.
DUCKLING (_rising quickly_). Why, 't is a mole hill I've been sitting on!
(_The Mole comes out from the hill._)
I'm sorry, friend Mole, I didn't notice your hill.
MOLE. Who are you?
DUCKLING.
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