The other ducks liked much better to swim about in the river than to climb the slippery banks, and sit under a burdock leaf, to have a gossip with her. In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching for her young brood to hatch she was beginning to get tired of her task, for the little ones were a long time coming out of their shells, and she seldom had any visitors. The spot was as wild as the centre of a thick wood. In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house close by a deep river, and from the house down to the water side grew great burdock leaves, so high, that under the tallest of them a little child could stand upright. It was, indeed, delightful to walk about in the country. The corn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst of which were deep pools. The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. IT was lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green oats, and the haystacks piled up in the meadows looked beautiful.
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