A Story by Anne Frank
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Quack, Quack, Quack Went Mrs Quackenbush, A Story By Anne Frank.
Once upon a time there was a mother duck with three beautiful ducklings who lived in
a lake ruled by a proud swan. Quack, quack, quack, said Mrs Quackenbush to her brood.
Quack, quack, quack said the ducklings. Keep your voices down!
roared the swan, his feathers all in a ruffle, keep quiet or I’ll bite you, and then you’ll never quack again.
This swan was not a nice swan, he was a black swan, and all the other ducks in the lake
were afraid of him. But not Mrs Quackenbush. You won’t bit these children, she said to the swan,
who answered, they are only ugly little ducklings and I am their master.
And then he started to bit the ducklings, save us Mama! the poor little ducklings cried.
And then Mrs Quackenbush began to quack. She quacked, and she quacked, and she quacked.
Stop it! Stop that infernal quacking! cried the swan, putting his wings over his ears.
But Mrs Quackenbush did not stop, not until the black swan flew away, never to return. She gathered
her ducklings around her and together they swam off happily ever after, singing, quack, quack, quack.
dit verhaal niet van mij maar ik moest dit verhaal even posten
Quack, Quack, Quack Went Mrs Quackenbush, A Story By Anne Frank.
Once upon a time there was a mother duck with three beautiful ducklings who lived in
a lake ruled by a proud swan. Quack, quack, quack, said Mrs Quackenbush to her brood.
Quack, quack, quack said the ducklings. Keep your voices down!
roared the swan, his feathers all in a ruffle, keep quiet or I’ll bite you, and then you’ll never quack again.
This swan was not a nice swan, he was a black swan, and all the other ducks in the lake
were afraid of him. But not Mrs Quackenbush. You won’t bit these children, she said to the swan,
who answered, they are only ugly little ducklings and I am their master.
And then he started to bit the ducklings, save us Mama! the poor little ducklings cried.
And then Mrs Quackenbush began to quack. She quacked, and she quacked, and she quacked.
Stop it! Stop that infernal quacking! cried the swan, putting his wings over his ears.
But Mrs Quackenbush did not stop, not until the black swan flew away, never to return. She gathered
her ducklings around her and together they swam off happily ever after, singing, quack, quack, quack.
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