Thrush. Oh, Mrs. Magpie, I wish you would teach us how you build your nest. Every one says your nest is made better than any other.
Magpie. Is that true? Indeed! Come nearer then, and I will show you how I do it. [Birds draw near.] You see I take some mud and make a round cake with it.
Thrush. Oh, that’s how it’s done! I can make one now. [Flies away.]
Magpie. Oh! the thrush went too soon. It is not yet done. Now I lay some twigs in the mud this way and that way, this way and that way.
Blackbird. I see! I see! [Flies away.]
Magpie. What! Has the blackbird gone, too? Next another layer of mud—twigs and mud, twigs and mud.
Wise Owl. Oh, that’s very easy! [Flies off.]
Magpie. Does the wise owl think that’s all? Now more twigs round the outside. Up and down; in and out; round and round.
Sparrow. The very thing. [Flies off.]
Magpie. Oh! but the nest is not lined yet. I make it soft and warm inside with feathers.