So the birds chased the sparrow away, and he hid his miserable self under the eaves.
When the review was over, the birds of passage began to make off. Company after company, they flew away through the air, whilst the sparrow peered out from under the eaves and gazed sadly after them.
"Now they have all gone," he said. "No one but me is left behind."
"Me too!" screamed the crow.
"And me," said the chaffinch.
"And me too, if you please," peeped the tomtit.
"Yes," said the sparrow, "that is how it is. It is just as the swallow says—all we poor birds must stay here and suffer."
