"Good evening, bear!" said Lady Greensleeves. "What is the news in your part of the forest?"
"Not much," said the bear; "only the fawns are growing very cunning—one can't catch above three in a day."
"That's bad news," said Lady Greensleeves; and at once in walked a great wild cat.
"Good evening, lady!" said the cat.
"Good evening, cat!" said Lady Greensleeves. "What is the news in your part of the forest?"
"Not much," said the cat; "only the birds are growing very plentiful—it is not worth one's while to catch them."
"That's good news," said Lady Greensleeves; and in flew a great black raven.
"Good evening, lady!" said the raven.
"Good evening, raven!" said Lady Greensleeves. "What is the news in your part of the forest?"
"Not much," said the raven; "only in a hundred years or so we shall be very genteel and private, the trees will be so thick."