SCENE I
A road, paling at back, parallel to front of stage, with gate supposed to be leading into farmyard. Enter Gander R. Walks rapidly to the centre of the stage, then suddenly stops as if bewildered, looks on ground in every direction.
Gander. Why, it's gone!
[Enter Drake L.
Drake. Good morning, Gander.
Gander. Good morning's all very well, but where is it?
Drake. What? Where? Which?
Gander. Really, Drake, you're the stupidest bird. You're nearly as stupid as my wife, and I never saw such a goose as she is. Don't you see what I'm looking for? Don't you see what's gone?
Drake. Oh, you don't mean—what! the puddle! Gone!
Gander. Of course. Only yesterday morning there was a nice large hole just in the middle of the road, and a large puddle in it.
Drake. So there was. So convenient and delightful.
Gander. Yes, you were always sure of finding a puddle there, however dry the rest of the road was.
Drake. But where has it gone to? Who can have taken it?
Gander. Oh, I know quite well—it's that bailiff, of course. And I know why he did it, too. It was just to spite me, as he knew that was my favourite walk.
Drake. I've thought for a long time he had a grudge against you.
Gander. Yes, ever since the day that I flapped two of his horrid little children into the pond.
Drake. Serve them right. It will teach them to come rushing about the farmyard as if it belonged to them.
Gander. And they're so rude, too. Just imagine, the other day one of them said to me, "Hallo, goosey-poosey"! I ask you, is that the way to speak to a gander?
Drake. Monstrous!
Gander. I sometimes feel inclined to go up to the castle and complain to the Countess.
Drake. Well, why don't you? It's not far across the fields.
Gander. Oh yes, I know the way to the castle gates, but when I got inside it I should be wandering upstairs and downstairs and in my lady's chamber, and not know where I was. But still, something must be done about that bailiff.
Drake. And the way he comes prancing along on his dapple-grey pony, as if no one could ride a spirited animal but himself!
Gander. Look, here he comes!
[The Bailiff rides in on hobby horse and curvets and prances round on stage, and rides into middle where Gander and Drake are standing.
Bailiff. Now then, you birds! Get out of the way, can't you?
[He hits at them with his stick. The Gander and Drake flap their wings, hiss and quack, and scurry out of the way. Bailiff hitches his horse to the gate by the bridle and walks into the middle of the road, bends down, and looks at where the hole had been.
Gander [to Drake]. There now, you see. I told you he did it.
[Farmer Giles comes slowly out and leans over gate at back C.
Bailiff [still in road]. Morning, Farmer Giles.
Farmer Giles [pipe in mouth, nods sideways]. Morning.
Bailiff. I came to have a look at the road. I'm glad to see that the hole's quite gone.
Gander [to Drake]. Listen to him, glorying in it!
Farmer Giles. Oh ay, they had a grand mending of it. They filled it and rolled it, and they filled it and they rolled it, and they filled it and they rolled it, and then, they filled it and they rolled it again.
Bailiff. And they've made a good job of it, too.
Gander [to Drake]. Let's show him we don't like it.
[They stand in the middle of the road and flap and hiss and quack.
Bailiff. Those birds are intolerable.
Farmer Giles [smiling]. I expect they're looking for their puddle, poor things. They was always splashing about in it.
Bailiff. Then they'll have to do without it, that's all. [Gander comes up near him and flaps at him. Bailiff unties hobby horse.] That's a vicious gander of yours, Farmer Giles. He nearly drowned my children the other day. It really isn't safe.
Farmer Giles. Ah, the little uns was teasing of him, I daresay. It'll do them no harm to be learned how to behave in the farmyard.
Bailiff [mounting his horse]. Well, he had better not do it again.
[Shakes his stick at Gander. Gander rushes at him. They fight. Drake and Gander peck and flap. Bailiff beats them with his stick. Gander gets hold of his coat with his beak. Bailiff beats him off. Farmer Giles looks on, smoking and smiling.
Bailiff. My best coat! Look! this is intolerable. I shall go straight to the castle and complain to her ladyship.
[Gallops off R.
Farmer Giles [to Gander]. Look here, old boy, you must behave yourself, mind, or you'll get into trouble.
[Goes back through gate and off L.
Gander. Quick, we must follow that old wretch to the castle and hear what he's saying. Come on, Drakey. How fast can you waddle?
Drake. Oh, a good pace. I can do a mile an hour easy.
Gander. Capital. Come along then.
[They waddle out R.