I’m a Mama Duck, I will admit it. I live in a beautiful pond with lots of other
ducks, and oh, how I had dreamed of having a fine row of perfect little
ducklings following behind me. Ducklings
that look like me, swim like me, quack like me.
So there she was, a tiny, helpless, fragile
little thing. Motherless, alone and
afraid. I eagerly welcomed her under my
wing, thrilled at the opportunity to love and nurture this precious creature. She was the duckling I had dreamed of!
It wasn’t long, however, before I began to
realize that this youngster who had been entrusted into my care was, well,
different. And in the pond where I live,
different just won’t do.
