Chantecler
We have ever had in common our love for those two things.
Patou
I am so fond of the sun that I howl at the moon. And so fond of the earth that I dig great holes and shove my nose in it!
Chantecler
I know! The gardener’s wife has her opinion of those holes.—But what are the dangers you discern? All lies quiet beneath the quiet sky. Nothing appears to be threatening my humble sunlit dominions.
The Old Hen
[Lifting the basket-lid with her head.] The egg looks like marble until it gets smashed! [The lid drops.]
Chantecler
[To Patou.] What dangers, friend?
Patou
There are two. First, in yonder cage—
Chantecler
Well?
Patou
That satirical whistling.
Chantecler
What about it?
Patou
Pernicious.