Chantecler
[In a cordial voice, to the whole barnyard.] To work now, all of you, with a will!
[A Fly darts past, buzzing.]
Chantecler
Busy and resonant Fly, I love thee! Behold her! What is her flight but the heart-whole gift of herself?
The Turkey
[Loftily.] Yes.—She has dropped considerably in my esteem, however, since that matter of the—
Chantecler
Of the what?
The Turkey
Of the Fly and the—
Chantecler
I never thought much of that story. Who knows whether the coach would have reached the top of the hill without the Fly? Do you believe that rude shouts “Gee up! Ge’ lang!” were more effective than the hymn to the Sun buzzed by the little Fly? Do you believe in the virtue of a blustering oath? Really believe it was the Coachman who made the coach to go? No, I tell you, no! She did much more than the big whip’s noisy cracking, did the little Fly, with the music straight from her buzzing heart!
The Turkey
Yes, but all the same—
Chantecler
[Turning his back on him.] Come, let us make of labour a delight! Come, all of you!—High time, Ganders my worthies, you escorted your geese to the pond.
A Gander
[Lazily.] Is it quite necessary, do you think?