Cruise To Mars | Three Ducks On A Journey | Written By Lucia & Marco Ciappelli (English Version) | Stories Sotto Le Stelle Podcast | Short Stories For Children And Dreamers Of All Ages

CRUISE TO MARS | THREE DUCKS ON A JOURNEY

Mama duck had two daughters, and she loved taking them on trips to faraway places. The two ducklings had few friends, but they often went out and about.
They played in the farmyard pretending to be a group, and even on their birthday, they ate the big cake all by themselves.
As a gift, Mama decided to take them on a cruise to Mars. She organized the trip on a spaceship for tourists, got tickets for an intergalactic Martian party, and departure as soon as possible — before you could say "quack quack."
While all three of them were in the yard ready for the trip, they saw a strange object flying low over the farm. Landing on the ground, a small square figure appeared at a hatch and said:
"Excuse me, are you the ones with three tickets to Mars and three for the intergalactic party?"
The ducklings looked at each other in amazement. They had never seen a square creature before — square head, square eyes, even the smile seemed square.
"Yes, that's us!" replied Mama duck.
"Quack! Quack! Quack!" chimed the ducklings in chorus, hopping with excitement.
"Please, come aboard," said the Martian with a little squared bow. "The journey to Mars is about to begin."
And in one leap they boarded the spaceship, so curious and excited for this new adventure. The strange vehicle took off as fast as a gust of wind.
In space, it was rush hour. The spaceship found itself in a queue, and the Martian pilot honked the horn: "Bleep, bleep!"
He leaned out the window and grumbled: "It's getting harder and harder to travel! Look at that, there's even a playful little planet spinning around on itself like it's a carousel! Oh, what fun — move over, let me pass, and keep on playing!"
Due to the cosmic traffic jam, the spaceship landed on Mars slightly behind schedule.
"How wonderful!" exclaimed the ducklings when they saw a ship made entirely of glass, ready for the cruise, where they were invited to come aboard.
There was a great bustle of small square Martians.
"Good morning, Mrs. Duck, please make yourself comfortable!" they said with a bow, while the ducklings — quack, quack, quack — chattered and hopped about happily.
In the background, square guitars played Interplanetary Rock.
The three travelers, with their little faces pressed against the windows, gazed in wonder at the red color of the planet.
The ship set off slowly across the sand, but suddenly the engines began to roar and up, toward the top of a mountain, then down over the red rocks — it felt like being on a roller coaster, up and down, up and down. Then it would settle again and slowly cross immense valleys.
"What a strange sight! What a strange vehicle that travels over rocks and sand!" the tourists commented.
The hours passed amid wonders and discoveries. Time flew by.
Evening came. On the Martian ship, Mama duck and the ducklings showed up all dressed up, wi