The Little Baby Duck

  One fine spring morning,
the little baby duck awoke bright and early.
“Time to eat, little baby duck,”
called the mother duck.
He hopped out of the hollow log
and rushed over to the grass.
Yum yum yum!
Delicious green moss.

  One fine spring afternoon,
the little baby duck was playing all about.
“Time for a walk, little baby duck,"
called the mother duck.
He hopped out of the forest glade
and rushed over to the path.
Waddle waddle waddle!
What a fun parade.

  One fine spring evening,
the little baby duck was quacking quite loudly.
“Time for a bath, little baby duck,”
called the mother duck.
He hopped out of the mucky mud
and rushed over to the pond.
Splash splash splash!
All nice and tidy.

  One fine spring night,
the little baby duck was very, very tired.
“Time for sleep, little baby duck,”
called the mother duck.
He hopped out of the tall grass
and rushed over to the nest.
Fluffy fluffy fluffy.
Snuggly and warm.

But, then, the wind howled…

…the eyes glowed…

…the clouds darkened the sky…

The little baby duck shivered.

He was cold.   He was afraid.   He thought he was all alone.

   

But he wasn’t alone.

The mother duck was right there.

She tucked the little baby duck under her wing

and sang a beautiful lullaby.

  At last, the stars twinkled.

The glowworms fluttered.

The world fell asleep…

…the little baby duck did too.

And so, the mother duck hugged the little baby duck and they both lived happily ever after.  

The end.