Chantecler Part 2

THE WHITE HEN [_Looking about with quick jerks of her head._] Who called me?

THE VOICE A pigeon.

THE WHITE HEN [_Looking for him._] Where?

THE PIGEON On the sloping roof.

THE WHITE HEN [_Lifting her head and seeing him._] Ah!

THE PIGEON Though I am the bearer of an important missive, I would not miss the opportunity--Good evening, Hen!

THE WHITE HEN Postman, howdedo?

THE PIGEON My duty on the Postal Service of the Air obliging me this summer evening to pa.s.s your habitations, I should be most happy if--

THE WHITE HEN [_Spying a crumb of some sort._] One moment, please.

ANOTHER HEN [_Running eagerly towards her._] What are you eating?

ALL THE HENS [_Arriving at a run._] What's she eating?

THE WHITE HEN A simple grain of wheat.

THE GREY HEN [_Taking up her conversation with the_ WHITE HEN.] As I was telling you, I mean to stay right on the door-step there--[_Showing the door of the house._]

THE WHITE HEN [_Looking at the door._] The door is shut.

THE GREY HEN Yes, but I shall hear the hour striking, and I will catch a look at my Cuckoo by stretching my neck,--

THE PIGEON [_Calling, slightly out of patience._] White Hen!

THE WHITE HEN One moment, please! [_To the_ GREY HEN.]--Catch a look at your Cuckoo, by stretching your neck where?--Where?

THE GREY HEN [_Pointing with her beak at the small, round opening at the foot of the door._] Through the cat-hole!

THE PIGEON [_Raising his voice to a shout._] Am I to be kept here cooling my feet on your rain-pipe? Hi, there, whitest of Hens!

THE WHITE HEN [_Hopping towards him._] You were saying?

THE PIGEON I was about to say--

THE WHITE HEN What, bluest of Pigeons?

THE PIGEON That I should consider myself past expression fortunate if--But no! I am abashed at my own boldness!--if I might be so favoured as to be permitted to get a glimpse--

THE WHITE HEN Of what?

THE PIGEON Oh, just a glimpse, the very least glimpse of--

ALL THE HENS [_Impatiently._] Of what?--What?

THE PIGEON Of his comb!

THE WHITE HEN [_Laughing, to the others._] Ha! ha! he wishes to see--

THE PIGEON [_In great excitement._] That's it! Just to see--

THE WHITE HEN There, there, cool down!

THE PIGEON I am shaking with excitement!

THE WHITE HEN You are shaking down the roof!

THE PIGEON You can't think how we admire him!

THE WHITE HEN Oh, everyone admires him!

THE PIGEON And I promised my missis to tell her what he is like!

THE WHITE HEN [_Quietly pecking._] Oh, he's a fine fellow, no doubt of that!

THE PIGEON We can hear him crowing from our dove-cote. The One he is whose song is more an ornament to the landscape than the white hamlet to the hill! The One he is whose cry pierces the blue horizon like a gold-threaded needle st.i.tching the hill-tops to the sky! The c.o.c.k he is! When you would praise him, call him the c.o.c.k!

THE BLACKBIRD [_Hopping up and down in his cage._] Tick-tock!--who sets all hearts a-beating, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock!

A HEN Our c.o.c.k!

THE BLACKBIRD [_Thrusting his head between the bars of his cage._] My, thy, his, her, our, your, and their c.o.c.k!

THE TURKEY [_To the_ PIGEON.] He will soon be coming in from his usual round in the fields.

THE PIGEON You have the honour of his acquaintance, sir?

THE TURKEY [_Importantly._] I have known him from a baby. This chick--for to me he is still a chick!--used to come to me for his bugle lesson.

THE PIGEON Ah, indeed? You give lessons in--

THE TURKEY Certainly. A bird who can gobble is qualified to teach crowing.

THE PIGEON Where was he born?

THE TURKEY [_Indicating an old covered basket, badly battered and broken._] In that old basket.

THE PIGEON And is the hen who brooded him still living?

THE TURKEY [_Again indicating the basket._] She is there.