Books with title The Little Duckling

Abandoned, lost, neglected? There's always a home at Animal Magic! In a perfect world, there would be no need for Animal Magic. But Ella and Caleb Harrison, who live at the animal rescue center with their parents, know that life isn't perfect. Every day there's a new arrival in need of their help! When Ella sees a family of ducks on the lake, she falls in love with a tiny, timid duckling she names Daisy. One day, Daisy gets hopelessly lost. With so many dangers facing a duckling who's all alone, Ella must find a way to keep Daisy safe and sound....

On a bright autumn day, as long ago as the year 943, there was a great bustle in the Castle of Bayeux in Normandy. The hall was large and low, the roof arched, and supported on thick short columns, almost like the crypt of a Cathedral; the walls were thick, and the windows, which had no glass, were very small, set in such a depth of wall that there was a wide deep window seat, upon which the rain might beat, without reaching the interior of the room. And even if it had come in, there was nothing for it to hurt, for the walls were of rough stone, and the floor of tiles. There was a fire at each end of this great dark apartment, but there were no chimneys over the ample hearths, and the smoke curled about in thick white folds in the vaulted roof, adding to the wreaths of soot, which made the hall look still darker.

The little wood duck keeps swimming around and around in circles even though all of the other animals tease him. "I do try," he says to himself. "But I just can't swim any other way." But when a hungry fox comes looking for a meal, the little wood duck saves the day. The fox feels dizzy after watching the duckling swim round and round for so long. "Oh dear!" gasps the fox, and falls flat on his back, allowing all of the ducklings to run safely home.

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - On a bright autumn day, as long ago as the year 943, there was a great bustle in the Castle of Bayeux in Normandy. The hall was large and low, the roof arched, and supported on thick short columns, almost like the crypt of a Cathedral; the walls were thick, and the windows, which had no glass, were very small, set in such a depth of wall that there was a wide deep window seat, upon which the rain might beat, without reaching the interior of the room. And even if it had come in, there was nothing for it to hurt, for the walls were of rough stone, and the floor of tiles. There was a fire at each end of this great dark apartment, but there were no chimneys over the ample hearths, and the smoke curled about in thick white folds in the vaulted roof, adding to the wreaths of soot, which made the hall look still darker.