|The space under the front porch of the
farmhouse was cool and shady. The straw in the old blueberry box was
clean and sweet-smelling. So why did Grumble feel all hot and squashed?
The little duckling opened her eyes. All she could see were fuzzy
yellow feathers in her face.
"Cuddle!" she quacked loudly. "I can't take a nap
if you're lying on top
Grumble's sister wiggled over in the nest.
This woke up all the other ducklings in the blueberry box.
"Mama," yawned Noodle. "Grumble's complaining again
and waking us up.
"Shhh," hissed Mama Duck. She wasn't ready to get up
But by now all six ducklings were awake and falling out of the
nest--Noodle, Puddle, Waddle, Cuddle, Dawdle, and Grumble. Mama
Duck sighed and waddled out from under the porch into the bright