Girlie thought that sounded very terrible, so she began looking about for a tree with branches low enough for her to climb into.
She found one presently that she thought she could manage, and, after several efforts, she succeeded in reaching one of the lower branches. On the branch that she had selected were two owls huddled close together.
“I say, further up there!” shouted the Crow, giving one of them a poke as he settled down beside him.
The Owl immediately opened his eyes very widely and tried to look as though he had not been to sleep at all.
“What’s that?” he said, staring hard at Girlie, who was sitting uncomfortably on the branch.
The Crow whispered something in his ear and Girlie could just catch the word “Pig.”
“Is she really?” said the Owl, looking surprised.
“Well, Pig! Do you happen to have any mice about you?” he said, peering at her curiously.
“Good gracious, no!” said Girlie, frightened at the very idea.
“One would think you didn’t care for mice by the way in which you speak,” said the Owl crossly.