Chantecler
When he sings thus without words, what is he singing, Squirrel?
The Squirrel
[From a tree-top.] The joy of swift motion.
Chantecler
And what say you, Hare?
The Hare
[In the coppice.] The thrill of fear!
Chantecler
You, Rabbit?
One of the Rabbits
The Dew!
Chantecler
You, Doe?
The Doe
[From the depths of the woods.] Tears!
Chantecler
Wolf?
The Wolf
[In a gentle distant howl.] The Moon!