His cage has that sort of
spring.--"And cull--and cull--" The whole point is missed if you tell
them what you cull!
THE BLACK HEN
[_Catching sight of a_ BUTTERFLY _alighting on the flowers above the
wall at the back._] Oh, what a gorgeous butterfly!
THE WHITE HEN
Where?
THE BLACK HEN
On the honey-suckle.
THE TURKEY
That kind is called an Admiral.
THE CHICK
[_Looking after the_ BUTTERFLY.] Now he has settled on a pink.
THE WHITE HEN
[_To the_ TURKEY.] An Admiral, wherefore?
THE BLACKBIRD
Obviously because he is neither a seaman nor a soldier.
THE WHITE HEN
Our Blackbird has a pretty wit!
THE TURKEY
[_Nodding and swinging his red stalactite._] He has better than wit, my
dear!
ANOTHER HEN
[_Watching the_ BUTTERFLY.] It's sweet--a butterfly!
THE BLACKBIRD
Easy as possible to make! You take a W and set it on top of a Y!
A HEN
[_Delighted._] A flourish of his bill, and there you have your
caricature!
THE TURKEY
He does better than execute caricatures! Hen, our Blackbird forces you
to think while obliging you to laugh. He is a Teacher in wit's clothing.
A CHICK
[_To a_ HEN.] Mother, why does the Cat hate the Dog?
THE BLACKBIRD
Because he appropriates his seat at the theatre.
THE CHICK
[_Surprised._] They have a theatre?
THE BLACKBIRD
Where dumb-shows are given.
THE CHICK
Eh?
THE BLACKBIRD
The hearthstone from whence both alike wish to watch the play of the
Fire among the Logs.
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