The Pheasant-hen
He flatters himself!
The Woodpecker
And that he would keep you on his farm.
The Pheasant-hen
[Indignant.] Alive? [To Chantecler, in a tone of reproach.] Your farm!
Chantecler
[Seeing a Rabbit who has returned to the edge of his hole.] Ah, there comes a Rabbit!
The Rabbit
[Showing the snare to the Pheasant-hen.] You know if you put your foot on that spring—
The Pheasant-hen
[In a tone of superiority.] I know all about snares, my little man. If you put your foot on that spring, the thing shuts. I am afraid of nothing but dogs. [To Chantecler.] On your farm, which you secretly yearn for.
Chantecler
[In a voice of injured innocence.] I ?
The Pheasant-hen
[To the Rabbit, giving him a light tap with her wing to send him home.] Afraid of nothing but dogs. And since you put me in mind of it, I think I must go and perplex their noses, by tangling my tracks all among the grass and underwoods.
Chantecler
That’s it, you go and fool the dogs!
The Pheasant-hen
[Starts of, then returns.] You are homesick for that wretched old farm of yours?