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210. The original version


Mother Hen sat on some eggs. She hatched out seven babies. “Aren’t they beautiful?” exclaimed Mother Hen. “Well, six of them are beautiful, and the seventh is downright ugly. It’s big and it can’t even talk properly.”

The ugly chick was extremely sad. The other chicks (they went to the best schools) teased it something terrible:

Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!
Thou crusty botch of nature!
Thou unmuzzled full-gorged miscreant!
Thou elvish-mark’d, abortive, rooting hog!

The ugly chick ran away in tears and grew up lonely and unloved.

When Christmas came, the farmer chopped the turkey’s head off, and they stuffed the ugly thing with cranberry stuffing and gobbled it up for dinner.