THE ODD ONE
Now, we all know the
classic story of the Ugly Duckling but what if… we gave that story a little
twist
Deep
Dark clouds rolled over the country, ears splitting thunder bellowed in its
wake. But there in the centre of it all perched on a hill was the nest of a
fine swan with 5 glorious eggs balancing nimbly on top, well that was until… A
deep long powerful gust of wind hit, pushing one single egg down the
precipitous hill.
At
the bottom of this treacherous hill was a nest belonging to a crocodile who was
a three time Olympic champion swimmer. She had retired and settled down; she
herself had 3 gigantic eggs and was just about to bury them in the soft ground
next to the neighbouring lake suddenly the poor croc egg rolled right into the
nest just as the first load of dirt tumbled down upon the delicate egg.
10 TEN YEARS LATER
‘Ha,
Ha slimy little Gizzard Ha, Ha squabbling little fish!’ sneered a young croc and his siblings followed the heartless
tune ‘Ha , Ha …’ ‘PETER, METER, CETER AND TOMMY ,come inside for dinner you
silly crocs’ bellowed Mrs croc ‘and err.. Ahem Tommy, um I need to talk to you…
now please?’ Tommy, the poor little swan raised in a crocodile environment knew
this talk was very important ‘Yes mum, anyway I wanna ask you something, Mum,
why am I…am I different? Because I look nothing like you, I mean I’m not
vicious or strong and I don’t have ferocious jaws but, but just look at me ma
I’m not…’ ‘Calm down’ sighed the poor croc mother ‘the reason you’re different
is…You’re not mine’ ‘WHAT!!!!!! WHOSE AM I THEN! Why didn’t you tell me, all
the sickly slimy fish for dinner drove me mad but I put up with it ‘cause I
wanted to fit in and now you tell me that! OMG, OMG!’ And with that he stormed
furiously out of the room slamming the door behind him.
He
sat outside leaning against a tree next to the lake watching the world go by;
he really did wonder whose he was. Then one of his closest crocodile friends Ceter
appeared ‘Mum told me everything so you don’t need to explain, Mum also told me
your real mum’s arriving tomorrow to pick you up … Good luck’ Tommy gave a
miserable sigh as Ceter scurried away, he had decided to run away. Nobody
wanted him and his real mother must be horrid if she only realised he was gone
after 10 years! So putting those facts together he firmly decided to leave,
runaway and find someone who cared. So he got up and began a steady jog to
freedom witch soon turned into a quick sprint.
1
HOUR LATER
Plans
had not turned out how he wanted, as he was now lost, hungry, tired, bored,
sore, bruised, cold, and numb and so, so lonely he was now crying so intensely
that he might say himself like Niagara Falls! All hope of love had vanished, so
far he’d asked a cat, a beaver, a snake [bad mistake!!] And a hedgehog if they
would take him in but every single one had replied the same answer, ‘NO!’ But
just as he was crying an elegant swan with 4 babies following closely behind
strutted up to him and with a syrupy
voice she spoke to him ‘Excuse me young sir do you happen to know where
Mrs.Crocs Mud house is? Tommy gave a deep sigh ‘yes I do but there’s a slight
problem you see I would like to help you but I’ve just run away from there, my
names Tommy.’ As he held out a limp wing he realised the youngsters behind her
had the same limp wings and pale beaks as him! The swan followed his stare and
spoke ‘oh dear that’s a shame because I lost an egg a long time ago Mrs.Croc
found it so I came to pick it up…but I guess I won’t be needing to go
anymore…son!’ Tommy gave a delighted
grin because things were finally going his way!
And they all lived a classic happily ever after!
By
Emily