Chantecler
Did I understand you to say you came out of that flower-pot?
The Blackbird
You did.
Chantecler
[Incredulous.] But how could you possibly have got into it?
The Blackbird
[Getting into the pot.] I told you, and tell you again! Through that little black hole I was looking at the—[He thrusts his bill through the hole at the bottom.]
Chantecler
The earth! And now through a little blue hole you shall look at the sky! [With a vigorous blow of his wing he turns the pot over the Blackbird, who is heard fluttering beneath it, with smothered cries.] For you hate and shun the blue sky, you Dwellers in Pots! But one can force you to see at least as much as would cover a corn-flower, by overturning your pot, now and then—with the sweep of a wing! [Off.]
Curtain
Act Third
The Guinea-hen’s Day
Corner of a kitchen-garden, enclosed on the sides by hedges. At the back, espaliers. Vegetables and flowers of all kinds. Cold frames. Among the fruit trees, an upright pole, rigged in an old frock-coat, pair of trousers, and opera hat, fills the function of scarecrow.
Scene First
The Guinea-hen, Hens, Ducks, etc.; the Pheasant-hen, the Blackbird, later Patou.