"Come and see," answered the swallow.
They both flew off to the nest, and the swallow told him how he had taken his revenge. Then they pecked a hole with their bills, and out fell the poor sparrow to the ground quite dead.
"It serves him right," said the swallow.
And the starling nodded, for he thought so too.
But the chaffinch and the tomtit stood below on the ground and gazed at the dead bird.
"Poor sparrow!" said the chaffinch. "I am sorry for him."
"He couldn't expect a better fate," said the tomtit. "He was ambitious; and that is what one has no right to be when one is only a sparrow."
