“Zeay!” replied the bird, putting his head upon one side. “I am the Catbird who belongs here. I had a nest here last year before you were born, and when I went south for the winter you were not here. Zeay!”
Now Silvertip, not having had a chance to learn much about birds, thought that this one was not telling the truth, and he quite lost his temper. “You deserve to be eaten,” he cried, and he began to climb up the woodbine, feeling his way along without taking his eyes from the Catbird. The Catbird sat there and twitched his tail until Silvertip had almost reached him. Then he said, “Zeay!” and flew off. A few minutes later he was sitting on the top twig of a fir tree and singing wonderfully. This was what he sang: “Prut! Prut! Coquillicot! Really! Really! Coquillicot! Hey, Coquillicot! Hey! Victory!”
“YOU DESERVE TO BE EATEN.”
Silvertip walked back and forth on the kitchen porch. He was too angry to sit down at once. When at last he did, and began to wash himself, he was thinking all the time how mean the Catbird was.
Every day the Catbird came and flirted around and said, “Zeay! Zeay!” till Silvertip lost his temper. He just ached to get his claws into that bird, and that even when his stomach was full. He did not care so much about eating him, you see, although he would undoubtedly have done so if he had had the chance, but he wanted to stop his teasing.
One day he was looking out through a screen door and happened to see the Catbird mocking another bird. He was surprised to hear the other say: “Mock away, if it is any fun! It doesn’t hurt me any.” Then he heard the Catbird laugh and saw him fly away.
“I wonder what he would do if I were to try that?” said Silvertip. “I believe I will the next time.”
That very day, when Silvertip was sunning himself on the porch and heard the same teasing voice say, “Zeay!” above his head, he opened his thick eyelids and slid the other ones about half-way to one side, and looked lazily up. “Pretty good!” he said. “You do a little better every day I think. If you keep at it you can say ‘Meouw’ after a while.” Then he began to shut his eyes again.
“Prut!” exclaimed the Catbird. “It’s no fun teasing you any more! You don’t care enough about it! Good-by!” And that was the last time that Silvertip ever saw him nearer than the top of a tree. So Silvertip learned one of the great lessons of life, which is not to pay any attention to people who make fun of you, or to mind when you are teased.