Inside the beautiful stable, the mother duck, Butta, was lying and incubating eggs she had laid. She gathered them all and sat over them to warm them with her body and beautiful feathers until they hatched and the small ducks appeared. She was awaiting this day with extreme longing until the eggs hatched and she saw her little ones whom she had surrounded with care and attention, providing sufficient warmth for them even as embryos inside the eggshells.
Days passed, and the eggs began to move, heralding the emergence of the small duck into life. The eggs began hatching one after another, and ducks came out with their beautiful feathers. Butta the duck began looking at them with longing and extreme love as she counted them: This is a yellow-colored duck, and that other one with the same color, and this third one yellow with black covering the wings, and that fourth and fifth, but that egg had not hatched yet!
Mother Butta looked at that egg which remained alone without movement or hatching. She thought it might be a rotten egg, or the small duck inside it had died yesterday. But instead of sadness, she insisted on waiting, perhaps the egg would hatch and bring out her little one. Indeed, after two days passed, the quiet egg began to move, and the small bird began pecking it from inside in an attempt to get out.
But it seems the eggshell was hard, and the bird could not peck it alone. So Butta the duck began pecking the shell from the outside until her little one could emerge into life. Indeed, the small bird came out, but to the mother’s surprise, the little one’s color was red. She said: Is it a duck or what? Is this one of the wonders we hear about?
The red duck was small and weak. Butta the mother treated her with clear harshness due to the difference in her color from her siblings. The red duck suffered a lot. Even when food came to them, they would all attack her, eat it, while she waited until they finished to eat, due to her weakness and inability to attack like them.
One day, the red duck became fed up with her condition and decided to depart. She left walking and crying. She was about to die of hunger and thirst. She went to the nearby pond. As soon as she stood before it to drink, the pond’s waters shook in astonishment, and the pond said to her: Oh my God, how beautiful you are. The duck said to it that she was sad.
The pond asked her, and the red duck told it her story. The pond said to her: You are extremely beautiful and wonderful. Go to the shore, and I will throw you fresh fish. Eat from them, and my water is sweet. Drink from it as you wish. Indeed, the red duck ate and drank and sat to take shade under a small tree.
At this time, a prince came riding his horse and stood before the pond to water it a little. Here he noticed the red duck, marveled at her beauty, and decided to carry her to his father the king so he could see the most beautiful thing the prince had brought from hunting on his trip. Indeed, when the prince went to the palace and the king saw that duck, he marveled at her extreme beauty and praised what the prince had brought to the palace. Everyone who saw her marveled at her beauty and praised the prince’s work, which prompted the king to make a decision to build a house for the beautiful red duck inside the palace, made of gold with a silk bed to sleep on.
The red duck kept increasing in beauty from the good treatment she received and the extreme welcome and not a little praise of her beauty until she became the most famous duck in the history of the kingdom. The king decided to hold a celebration and invite kings and princes to see for themselves the most beautiful thing the prince had brought from hunting on his last trip.
Everyone who came wished that duck belonged to him. When he asked all their opinion, they answered she was an unparalleled duck. Here the king announced that this red duck was the queen of ducks from then on. The royal duck lived in happiness and comfort after that.