[MAKING THE BEST OF IT]
"What a dreary day it is!" grumbled the old gray goose to the brown hen. They were standing at the henhouse window watching the falling snow which covered every nook and corner of the farmyard.
"Yes, indeed," said the brown hen. "I should almost be willing to be made into a chicken pie on such a day."
She had scarcely stopped talking when Pekin duck said fretfully, "I am so hungry that I am almost starved."
A little flock of chickens all huddled together wailed in sad tones, "And we are so thirsty!"
In fact, all the feathered folk in the henhouse seemed cross and fretful. It is no wonder they felt that way, for they had had nothing to eat or drink since early in the morning. The cold wind howled around their house. Hour after hour went by, but no one came near the henhouse.
The handsome white rooster, however, seemed as happy as usual. That is saying a great deal, for a jollier old fellow than he never lived in a farmyard. Sunshine, rain, or snow were all the same to him, and he crowed quite as merrily in stormy weather as in fair.