To my mom, who loved Ping.

Once there was a duck named Angel. She was an average duck. Average height. Average bill. Average feet. Average yellow color to her fluffy feathers. The only difference was her small wings. She tried everything she could to fit in, but all the other ducks only saw her small wings.




When the day was over and all the other ducks left, Angel stayed behind. With a mighty flap of her wings she shot off like a rocket towards the other side of the pond. Speeding towards the other side as the wind sang in her ears, she practiced back and forth for hours.

“You’ll never be as good as us!” The biggest duck, Rapax would yell. Angel, disheartened, just watched from afar as they all raced around the pond without her.
When the day was over and all the other ducks left, Angel stayed behind. With a mighty flap of her wings she shot off like a rocket towards the other side of the pond. Speeding towards the other side as the wind sang in her ears, she practiced back and forth for hours.
Little did she know another duck, Spot, was watching her in awe. Amazed with her flying abilities, he left excited for tomorrow’s day of playing.

As the new day dawned and all the ducks gathered around the pond to race. Rapax was ready to let Angel know she couldn’t play when Spot stepped in.
“Let Angel play. She is just as good as you Rapax,” Spot demanded standing up to Rapax, who seemed to stand taller than a skyscraper. Rapax, laughing, went to the starting line as he thought Angel’s small wings could not help her win in a race against his muscular ones.


As the race began around the pond Angel and Rapax stayed neck and neck. It was on the last stretch that Angel began to fall behind. Determined to prove she could race she mustered up all the energy she had left. Zooming by Rapax at the last second and winning the race!



“You were a machine!” Spot cried as he congratulated Angel. All the ducks cheered Angel on, impressed by how fast she was. Even Rapax was astonished by Angel’s speed and offered her a small apology and congratulations.
From then on Angel was always invited to play and no duck doubted if anyone had the ability to race.
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To my mom, who loved Ping.

Once there was a duck named Angel. She was an average duck. Average height. Average bill. Average feet. Average yellow color to her fluffy feathers. The only difference was her small wings. She tried everything she could to fit in, but all the other ducks only saw her small wings.




When the day was over and all the other ducks left, Angel stayed behind. With a mighty flap of her wings she shot off like a rocket towards the other side of the pond. Speeding towards the other side as the wind sang in her ears, she practiced back and forth for hours.

“You’ll never be as good as us!” The biggest duck, Rapax would yell. Angel, disheartened, just watched from afar as they all raced around the pond without her.
When the day was over and all the other ducks left, Angel stayed behind. With a mighty flap of her wings she shot off like a rocket towards the other side of the pond. Speeding towards the other side as the wind sang in her ears, she practiced back and forth for hours.
Little did she know another duck, Spot, was watching her in awe. Amazed with her flying abilities, he left excited for tomorrow’s day of playing.

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