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In a small village by the sea there was a girl named Melita. It was summer. The breeze was warm and scented with the flowers that covered the village. Melita loved the summertime. She spent her days basking in the sun, and when it was too hot, she would take a dip in the sea. At the highest point in the village, at the top of a hill, there was a mansion that stood out against the sunny, happy village. The mansion had been painted black with dark purple accents, which seemed curious for a home by the sea.

Este cuento se llama El patito feo, escrito por Hans Christian Andersen y narrado por Lorena Romero. Esta es una adaptación y grabación de LibraryCall. El campo era tan hermoso durante el verano. El trigo era amarillo y la avena todavía estaba verde. Desde el alto del campo hasta el agua crecían plantas grandes con hojas enormes, y ahí había hecho una pata su nido. Estaba empollando sus patitos, pero la pata empezó a perder la paciencia.