"Do you know, I think that I am not respected enough."
"You only imagine that. Khe! Khe!"
Turkey Hen calmed him, at the same time smoothing her feathers that had ruffled over night.
"You only think that, for one could not imagine a wiser bird than you. Khe! Khe!"
"What about the Gander? Oh, I see everything. Of course, he is silent most of the time, never saying anything directly, but I feel that silently he does not respect me."
"Don't pay any attention to him," said Turkey Hen. "He isn't worth it. Khe! Khe! Haven't you noticed how foolish he is?"
"Any one can see that," said Turkey Gobbler. "It is written all over his face, 'Foolish Gander,' and nothing else. But it isn't really the Gander, for, after all, can one be angry with a fool? The Rooster, for instance. The most ordinary Rooster. Did you hear him scream at me the other day? He screamed so loudly that all the neighbors heard him. It seemed to me he was saying I was foolish or something like that."
"How strange you are," said Turkey Hen, astonished. "Don't you know why Rooster screams?"
"Why?" asked Turkey Gobbler.
"Khe! Khe! Khe! It's very simple and everybody knows it. You're a Cock and he's a Cock. Only he is a very, very common Cock, while you are a real beyond-the-sea Indian Cock. That's why he screams with envy. Every bird wishes to be an Indian Cock. Khe! Khe!"