And then it was spring once more. And early one morning, the ugly duckling came across three swans on a lake. "I don´t want to suffer any more", he thought. I´d rather be killed by these noble creatures. And he swam towards them and bowed his head. But what did he see in the water?. Not a plump, ugly, grey bird, but a graceful white bird!. The three sawns swam round him. Welcome! they cried, and they stroked his neck with their beaks.
