Six Little Ducklings
Copyright© 2025 by Katharine Pyle
Chapter 2
THERE were six of the little ducklings, and their names, beginning with the eldest were, Squdge and Queek, Buff, Pin-Toes and Fluffy, and the littlest and cunningest one of all was named Curly Tail.
Buff and Fluffy and Curly-Tail were girls, and the other three were boys.
One fine day when the wind was blowing, and the leaves were rustling, and the little wood-rabbits jumping high and kicking their heels for joy, Mother Duck told the little ducklings she was going to take them for a picnic.
“Oh, goody! goody!” they cried, and clapped their wings for joy.
How cosy it was there in the hollow tree
Mother Duck got out a little basket of meadow grass that an old muskrat had made for her, and she and the children packed it full of luncheon. There were crisp watercress, and wild celery, and little snails, and all sorts of good things such as little ducklings like to eat.
As soon as the basket was packed they started off.
The ducklings thought they would probably go down to the river, but instead of that Mother Duck led the way off into the wood, directly away from the water.
“Where are we going, mother? Where are we going?” asked the little ducklings. But the mother only smiled and shook her head and would not tell them.
After a while they came out of the wood and into a meadow-land where there was a heap of high rocks.
“Here’s where we’ll have our picnic,” said Mother Duck.
She put down the basket, and unpacked the food, and then she and the ducklings sat down around it, and ate and ate. And how good it all tasted! Just as food always does on picnics.
After they had all finished, and could eat no more, Mother Duck said, “Come now; let us climb up to the top of the rocks and see what we can see.”
So he got right under the rain-pipe where the water spouted hardest
That was fun, too—clambering up over the rocks. The ducklings scrambled and slipped and queeked, and their mother helped them; so after a while they found themselves on the very tip top of the highest rock of all, and oh, how the wind did blow up there.
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