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Once upon a time, in a sparkling pond surrounded by tall reeds and colorful wildflowers, there lived a small, cheerful duck named Peep. He was the youngest of his flock, a little fluffball of yellow feathers with big, curious eyes and a soft quack that made everyone smile. While Peep was friendly and full of energy, he had one big fear—he didn’t believe he could fly.
Peep loved the idea of flying. He often sat by the pond, watching the older ducks flap their wings, lift off the ground, and soar into the sky. They made it look so easy! His older brothers and sisters would glide effortlessly over the water, casting shadows on the pond below. Peep, however, had never even tried to fly. His tiny wings felt too small, and his heart too full of doubt.
“What if I’m not strong enough?” Peep would think. “What if I try and just fall to the ground? Everyone will laugh at me!”
Every morning, Peep’s family would gather for flying practice. His brothers and sisters would cheerfully quack as they stretched their wings and took off into the crisp morning air. But Peep would always stay behind, nervously paddling in the water or pecking at the soft grass along the pond’s edge.
One sunny afternoon, as Peep watched the others flying, his older sister, Flutter, waddled over. She noticed Peep sitting by himself, his little beak resting on the ground.
“Peep, why don’t you join us?” Flutter asked kindly. “Flying is so much fun! Once you start, you won’t want to stop.”
Peep looked up at Flutter with wide eyes. “But what if I can’t do it? My wings are too small, and… and I’m scared I’ll fall.”
Flutter smiled gently, her feathers glistening in the sun. “Oh, Peep, I was scared too when I first started. Everyone is! But do you remember what Mom always says?”
Peep nodded slowly. “She says, ‘Trust your wings, and the sky will catch you.'”
“Exactly!” Flutter chirped. “You’ll never know what you can do until you try. And even if you stumble at first, that’s okay! Every duck learns at their own pace.”
Peep listened closely to Flutter’s words, but deep down, the fear still gnawed at him. What if he wasn’t as good as the others? What if he really did fall? The thought of failing in front of everyone made Peep’s feathers ruffle with worry.
The next morning, Peep woke up determined to try something new. He wanted to fly, but he didn’t want anyone to watch him. So, as the sun began to rise, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and orange, Peep snuck away from his nest. He found a quiet spot at the far side of the pond, where no one could see him.
“Okay, Peep,” he whispered to himself. “You can do this.”
He stood at the edge of the water, his little webbed feet sinking slightly into the mud. He took a deep breath, flapped his wings once, twice, and—nothing. His feet didn’t even leave the ground. Peep’s heart sank.
“See?” he muttered to himself. “I knew I couldn’t do it.”
But just as he was about to give up, Peep heard a soft quacking behind him. It was his mother, waddling toward him with a kind smile on her beak.
“Peep, what are you doing out here all by yourself?” she asked, sitting down beside him.
Peep sighed. “I was trying to fly… but I can’t do it. I’m too small. My wings aren’t strong enough.”
His mother nuzzled him softly. “Oh, Peep, everyone feels that way when they first start. But remember, flying isn’t about being perfect. It’s about believing in yourself. You’ll never know how high you can go if you don’t take that first leap.”
“But… what if I fall?” Peep asked, his voice barely a whisper.
His mother smiled warmly. “Falling is just part of learning, sweetheart. The important thing is that you always get back up and try again. Trust your wings—they’re stronger than you think.”
Peep thought about his mother’s words as he gazed at the still waters of the pond. Deep down, he wanted to trust his wings, but the fear of falling made his heart race. His mother gently nuzzled him one more time before flying back to the rest of the flock.
Later that afternoon, something unexpected happened. While the ducks were playing near the water’s edge, a sudden gust of wind swept through the trees, rustling the tall grasses and creating ripples on the pond’s surface. Peep’s youngest sister, Chip, who was just learning to fly herself, was caught by the wind. She flapped her wings in panic, struggling to stay upright.
“Help! Help!” Chip cried out, wobbling in the air as the wind pushed her toward the tall reeds at the edge of the pond.
Peep’s heart leaped with fear for his sister. Without even thinking, he spread his wings, flapped them as hard as he could, and launched himself into the air. At first, his wings felt shaky, and for a moment, Peep worried he might fall. But then something incredible happened—his wings caught the wind, and he began to soar.
Higher and higher, Peep flew, his heart racing not with fear, but with excitement! He didn’t even have time to think about his own worries—his only thought was to help Chip.
With a strong flap of his wings, Peep reached his sister, gently nudging her back toward the safety of the pond. Together, they glided down, landing softly on the grass. The other ducks quacked in surprise and excitement as they watched Peep land safely with Chip.
“You did it, Peep!” Flutter quacked, waddling over with a big smile.
Peep blinked in disbelief. He had flown! Not only that, but he had flown to help someone else. The fear that had once held him back seemed so small now, compared to the joy of knowing he had done something so important.
“I… I flew!” Peep quacked, his little eyes wide with amazement.
His mother waddled over, pride shining in her eyes. “You see, Peep? You’ve always had the strength to fly. You just needed to believe in yourself.”
Peep looked up at his mother and smiled. He had spent so much time worrying about what could go wrong that he had forgotten to think about what could go right. From that day on, Peep practiced flying every chance he got. Each time, his wings grew stronger, and his confidence soared higher.
Sometimes, he still stumbled, and there were moments when the wind would catch him off guard, but Peep no longer feared falling. He knew now that falling was just part of learning, and that each time he got back up, he became a little braver, a little stronger.
