Chantecler
What silly beast is bidding me beware?
Scene Fourth
The Same, Patou.
Patou
[Barking inside his kennel.] I! I! I!
Chantecler
[Retreating.] Is it you, Patou, good shaggy head starting out of the dark, with straws caught among your eyelashes?
Patou
Which do not prevent my seeing what is plain as that hen-house rrrroof!
Chantecler
Cross?
Patou
Grrrrrrr—
Chantecler
When he rolls his r’s like that he is very cross indeed.
Patou
It’s my devotion to you, Cock, makes me roll my r’s. Guardian of the house, the orchard and the fields, more than all else I am bound to protect your song. And I growl at the dangers I suspect lurking. Such is my humour.