And they did so:  but the other ducks round about looked at them, and said quite boldly: 

“Look there! now we’re to have these hanging on, as if there were not enough of us already!  And—­fie!—­how that duckling yonder looks; we won’t stand that!” And one duck flew up at it, and bit it in the neck.

“Let it alone,” said the mother; “it does no harm to any one.”

“Yes, but it’s too large and peculiar,” said the Duck who had bitten it; “and therefore it must be put down.”

“Those are pretty children that the mother has there,” said the old Duck with the rag round her leg.  “They’re all pretty but that one; that was rather unlucky.  I wish she could bear it over again.”

“That cannot be done, my lady,” replied the Mother-Duck.  “It is not pretty, but it has a really good disposition, and swims as well as any other; yes, I may even say it, swims better.  I think it will grow up pretty, and become smaller in time; it has lain too long in the egg, and therefore is not properly shaped.”  And then she pinched it in the neck, and smoothed its feathers.  “Moreover, it is a drake,” she said, “and therefore it is not of so much consequence.  I think he will be very strong.  He makes his way already.”

“The other ducklings are graceful enough,” said the old Duck.  “Make yourself at home; and if you find an eel’s head, you may bring it me.”

And now they were at home.  But the poor Duckling which had crept last out of the egg, and looked so ugly, was bitten and pushed and jeered, as much by the ducks as by the chickens.

“It is too big!” they all said.  And the turkey-cock, who had been born with spurs, and therefore thought himself an emperor, blew himself up like a ship in full sail, and bore straight down upon it; then he gobbled and grew quite red in the face.  The poor Duckling did not know where it should stand or walk; it was quite melancholy because it looked ugly, and was the butt of the whole duck-yard.

So it went on the first day; and afterwards it became worse and worse.  The poor Duckling was hunted about by every one; even its brothers and sisters were quite angry with it, and said, “If the cat would only catch you, you ugly creature!” And the mother said, “If you were only far away!” And the ducks bit it, and the chickens beat it, and the girl who had to feed the poultry kicked at it with her foot.

Then it ran and flew over the fence, and the little birds in the bushes flew up in fear.

“That is because I am so ugly!” thought the Duckling; and it shut its eyes, but flew on farther, and so it came out into the great moor, where the wild ducks lived.  Here it lay the whole night long; and it was weary and downcast.

Towards morning the wild ducks flew up, and looked at their new companion.

“What sort of a one are you?” they asked; and the Duckling turned in every direction, and bowed as well as it could.  “You are remarkably ugly!” said the Wild Ducks.  “But that is nothing to us, so long as you do not marry into our family.”