Tanmei Fairy Tales

【Devery's perspective】

I froze for a moment, wondering if the following story should be told truthfully according to the book.

I glanced at the original text of the book, and it said: "Because he can't lay eggs like a hen, so that the owner can eat fresh egg yolks every day, and he can't arch his back like a cat raised by the owner to meow." The voice is very cute. So although the owner took it in, he ordered it to obediently listen to his own words and make all kinds of clumsy and funny actions to please the owner, but he could not think differently. But the ugly duckling still thinks It can have different ideas, it wants to swim freely in the water. When he saw the beautiful swan flying from the cold area to the ice-free lake, the ugly duckling couldn't help but feel an indescribable excitement. It was precisely because he thought he could think differently that he decided to leave the small courtyard and fly to the swan..."

I hesitated.For some reason, the small farmyard reminds me of my own manor.

Yes, tonight, I deliberately picked such a story to tell Shellets.Of course I remember the ending of the story. The ugly duckling is a beautiful white swan. He blended into the swans and found his happiness.

My original intention was to tell Shelles that he is a "white swan". For no reason!I hope he picks himself up and knows his worth and doesn't get discouraged by not being understood.

But I only remembered the moral of the story, but I forgot some of the details.For example, this small farmyard, such as the unreasonable demands of the owner of the small courtyard on the ugly duckling.

If I were the owner of the small yard, and Shelleys was the white swan who came to visit my manor, then I would not ask him to be as useful to me as a hen can lay eggs—such as a hired farmer who planted cherries for me People; I wouldn't ask him to hunker down like a cat to please me, he's a man of his own and shouldn't be anyone's pet - though he does look like a docile pet people love.

"Huh?" Shelley's little hands sneaked out of the bed and tugged at the corner of my clothes, with obvious eagerness on his face.

I knew he was urging me to hurry up.

So I changed the ending arbitrarily, stroked his golden bangs and said softly: "Later, the ugly duckling settled down in the small farmyard. Because the owner saw that the ugly duckling was actually a swan, and one day he would fade away. The gray-black feathers have transformed into a white swan dancing on the lake! After listening to the master's words, the hen that can lay eggs and the cat that arches its back and meows can't wait to become friends with the ugly duckling. From then on, the ugly duckling lived in the small farmyard with its master and his friends, and lived happily ever after."

I gently raised Shelley's slender and beautiful hand, stuffed it back into the quilt, and pressed a kiss on his forehead: "Okay my child, the story is over, now, I wish you a sweet dream."

There seemed to be some unwilling questions in Shellets' eyes that were still unwilling to close, but as the lights went out, they disappeared from my sight.I took a long breath in my heart and walked out of the small room in the attic.

I dare not imagine that if Shelles, like the ugly duckling in the story, had a different idea and flew out of my manor, how many dangers would be waiting for him outside.