Author's Note: So it's been a bit since the last chapter. Kind of lost a bit of enthusiasm for this story but after recieving a review from Reubenizadorables625, I decided to continue. This chapter is a little short, I'll admit, but is kind of an important chapter (read the chapter title below and you'll probably guess why) I also realised just how important reviews are to me and realised that a certain story of mine which has 21 reviews has been collecting a lot of dust so I've decided that as soon as my exams are over I will write Chapter 6 of Shrek Two and a Half.
So I hope you enjoy this, guys. Chapter 5 will be up sometime.

Chapter 4: Ugly as a PIG

There was no doubt about it. Mrs Duck couldn't remember feeling happier than she did today as she lead her sons back from the pond.

"And then it was like WHAM! Right in front of me!" Bertie cried.

"A huge chunk of food about the size if an acorn!" Bill added with the same excitement.

"Me and Bill had to tear it apart just so it could fit in our beaks!" Bertie continued.

"And those giants!" Bill exclaimed.

"They were big and ugly!" Bertie laughed.

"I know, dears, I saw them," Mrs Duck said with a smile. Seeing her chicks so excited made her feel so full of joy. It almost made her forget about the pain she had felt the day her husband had left.

"They were really scary too," Bertie said.

"I wasn't scared," Bill rose his head proudly into the air.

"You were too, Bill!" Bertie scoffed at his younger brother.

"I'm not scared of anything," Bill retorted.

"Oh really?" Bertie laughed. He then made his face into a mask of mock fear. "Oh no, it's an attack! Run!" he mimicked his brother's earlier fear.

"Hey, you were just as frightened!" Bill cried out.

Bertie scoffed again. "Was not!"

"Okay, dears, settle down," Mrs Duck said gently.

Both Bertie and Bill was silent for a bit. Bill was the first to speak.

"At least neither of us were freaking out as soon as we set foot in the water," Bill said to Bertie.

Bertie smirked. "Yeah," he then looked behind them where his other three brothers were.

"Mom, Mom, I can't remember how to swim!" Bill made his voice high-pitched like Colin's and waved his wings about frantically. Bertie burst out laughing at his brother's antics.

Colin blushed, putting his head down. "It's harder than it looks," he muttered.

While both Bertie and Bill were being vindictive to their younger brother, Hamish waddled in the back, deep in thought. The image of being on the open water was still in his mind. It had felt so wonderful, just swimming about without a care in the world. For some reason, it sent little shuddery feelings through his feathers. This confused him. Was this another instinct thing, this feelings to spread his wings? Without realising what he was doing, his wings began to spread out and he began to flap them.

"What are you doing, weirdo?" Bertie's voice brought Hamish back to the real world.

"Erm..." Hamish looked up, self-consciously folding his wings against himself.

"Aww, isn't that cute, Bertie? Little Hammy is trying to fly!" Bill sneered. Both brothers started laughing.

"Like he could!" Bertie snorted. "He's so fat he could barely get off the ground!"

"Poor, poor delusional Hammy," Bill said with mock sadness, shaking his head before laughing again.

"Hey!" Hamish yelped. "I'm not fat! And don't call me Hammy! I don't like it."

"Aww, Hammy's senstive," Bertie mocked. "I think he's going cry, Bill."

"Stop it!" Hamish yelled again. "Why are you calling me 'Hammy' anyway?"

"Because you like a pig," Bill said bluntly. "You get it. Ham. Pig. You get it?"

Hamish's feathers ruffled up with offense. "I do not look like a pig!"

"Yeah, you do!" Bertie laugh.

"You're UG-LEE, Hammy!" Bill joined his brother in laughter. "Ugly as a P-I-G! PIG!"

"I'm not ugly!" Hamish shouted at his brothers. He looked ahead but his mother was too far away to hear, and neither Henry not Colin wa backing him up.

"Oh yeah?" Bill snorted.

Bertie gestured towards a puddle a few feet away which had been left from the rain last night. "Take a look for yourself, Pig. But don't blame us when you don't like what you see." The two older ducklings then shuffled after their mother, laughings as they went.

"Hmph!" Hamish said, trying to force his brother's insults out of his mind. But he couldn't help but shuffle towards the puddle, his curiousity now peaked. He had never looked it reflection before, and now that he did, his eyes widened. His big head, his long neck, his unusual colouring. He didn't look like a duckling at all. "Bill and Bertie are right... I AM ugly as a pig."

Just then, a huge tear drop rolled down the ugly duckling's cheek.