The Rabbits
[Capering gaily out of their burrows.] Let us turn somersets among the thyme!
A Voice
[Fresh and solemn, among the trees.] O God of birds!
The Rabbits
[Stopping short in their antics stand abruptly still; soberly.] The morning prayer!
The Woodpecker
[Crying to the Pheasant-hen.] They are coming to examine the trap!
The Pheasant-hen
[Closes her eyes in resignation.] So be it!
The Voice in the Trees
God by whose grace we wake to this new day—
Patou
[Before leaving.] Hush! Drop the curtain! Men folk are coming! [Off.]
[All the woodland creatures hide. The Pheasant-hen is left alone, and, held down by the snare, with spread wings and panting breast, awaits the approach of the giant.]
Curtain