The sparrows scattered over that bush like a handful of peas. They were furious with the little yellow bird and wanted to peck her to death.
"What do you want with her?" asked the Crow.
"Why is she yellow?" peeped the sparrows in chorus.
The Crow looked at the little yellow bird. She certainly was all yellow. He jerked his head and said:
"Oh, you mischiefs! Why, it isn't a bird at all! There never was a bird like this! However, all you clear out. I must speak with this curiosity that pretends to be a bird."
The sparrows piped, chatted, and were very angry, but they had to clear out. Conversations with a Crow are always very brief. He can peck you to death, you know.
After chasing the sparrows, the Crow questioned the little yellow bird that was breathing heavily and looking pitifully at him with her little black eyes.
"Who are you?" asked the Crow.
"I am a canary."
"No fooling now, or you will get the worst of it. Remember, if it had not been for me, the sparrows would have pecked you to death."