Daisy the Duckling and the Bored Day
By Bill Conley
Moral of the Story
When we say, “I’m bored,” we forget how many wonderful things are right in
front of us. Life is full of little adventures, but we have to open our eyes,
our hands, and our hearts to find them. Sometimes, all it takes is a little
imagination or a small act of kindness to make the day special. There’s always
something to do if we’re willing to try.
In the peaceful pond village of
Willow Glen, lived a little duckling named Daisy.
Daisy was sweet, smart, and full of
energy… most of the time.
But one rainy morning, she slumped
into the living room with her wings dragging behind her.
“Moooooooom,” Daisy sighed. “I’m
bored. I have nothing to do.”
Mama Duck raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing to do? Are you sure?”
Daisy flopped onto the lily-pad rug.
“There’s no one to play with, it’s too wet to go outside, and I’ve already read
my book twice.”
Mama Duck smiled gently. “Sounds
like a perfect day… to do something new.”
Daisy groaned. “Like what?”
Mama Duck sat down beside her and
ticked ideas off on her feathery wing.
“Well… you could write a silly song
and sing it to the frogs.”
Daisy blinked.
“You could draw a picture of the
pond using crayons and glitter.”
She sat up a little.
“You could build a pillow fort,
clean your room, write a letter to Grandma Duck, or learn to balance on one
foot.”
Daisy tilted her head.
Mama Duck leaned in with a grin. “Or
you could try something really big—like helping someone else.”
Daisy sat all the way up now. “Like
who?”
Mama Duck winked. “Why don’t you
look around and see?”
So Daisy waddled off, still feeling
a little bored, but also a little curious.
First, she checked on her baby
brother, Waddles. He was trying to stack wooden blocks but kept knocking them
over.
“Need help?” Daisy asked.
“Yes, please!” Waddles chirped.
Together they built a ducky
castle—four towers and a drawbridge made of spoons.
Next, Daisy tiptoed into the kitchen
and found Papa Duck sorting through a messy drawer.
“I’m looking for the can opener,”
Papa said, feathers flying everywhere.
“I’ll help!” Daisy offered.
In less than ten minutes, they had
the drawer sorted, organized, and tidy. Papa even gave Daisy the first bite of
his peach slices as a thank-you.
After lunch, Daisy sat by the window
as the rain tapped against the glass.
Suddenly, she got an idea.
She grabbed paper, markers, and
string, and started crafting:
A “rainy day fun list.”
She wrote:
- Make up a dance
- Build something with sticks
- Make a new sandwich
- Try writing a story
- Make someone smile
Then she grabbed her umbrella and
ran to her friend Penny the Possum’s house.
Penny was moping in her hammock.
“I’m so bored,” Penny muttered.
“There’s nothing to do.”
Daisy handed her the list. “That’s
what I thought, too. But now I’m on a mission to prove we’re wrong.”
Together, they:
- Tried to juggle oranges (they squished one!)
- Pretended to run a café and served Daisy’s famous
peanut butter pickle sandwiches
- Played hide and seek in the broom closet
- Made up a dance called “The Waddle Wiggle”
- Wrote a story about a unicorn who sneezed glitter
When Daisy got home, Mama Duck was
making warm cocoa.
“Still bored?” she asked with a
smile.
Daisy laughed. “I forgot to be
bored!”
That night, Daisy wrote in her
journal:
“Today I helped Waddles, cleaned a
drawer, invented a sandwich, made Penny laugh, and danced in the kitchen.
Maybe being bored isn’t real.
Maybe it just means… I haven’t
started something yet.”
She closed the journal and curled up under her blanket.
Tomorrow might bring more rain.
But Daisy wasn’t worried.
Now she knew—there’s always
something to do.
Moral Poem to End the Story:
If you're bored and don’t know what to do,
Try making something kind or new.
The world is wide and full of fun—
Just take a step, and soon you’ll run.
Conversation Starters for Parents
and Older Readers:
1.
Why do you
think Daisy felt bored at first?
2.
What
changed her day around and made it feel full of fun?
3.
What are
five things you can do the next time you feel like saying, “I’m bored”?

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