The duckling sat in the pond looking at his reflection. He could see the little ripples of water around his feathers. He felt content.
The pond was his home. This was were he belonged. Sometimes people would come to feed the duckling. They would bring him bread. Other times people would throw things at him and he would have to swim under the surface to avoid them.
The duckling liked looking at his reflection. It made him feel calm. He knew who he was. He knew his place in the world. The duckling had a family too but he didn’t think about them. He thought about himself and how he would one day grow up into a big, strong duck.
The ripples around the duckling grew larger. His reflection was distorted. Too late, the duckling turned around –
Tell me how the story should end! x