The goose waddled over to the mirror.
"Well, well! If there isn't a new goose!" she said, "and she is walking toward me. I must be friendly."
Snap! Her bill struck the mirror.
"Oh, you are in a glass box!" she said. "Have you come to stay?" And she stretched out her neck.
"My, but you have a long neck!" she went on, "and your feathers are nice and smooth. I suppose you cannot hear in that box."
Then she walked away, nodding good-by. The other goose, of course, nodded also, and goosey went away satisfied.
"She is not so much of a goose as the others," the cat remarked.
"The peacock is coming," said the dog. "Keep quiet."
In walked the peacock. Seeing another bird, as he supposed, he spread his beautiful tail to its full width. He walked about, but never a word did he say.
"Now, what do you make out of that?" asked the dog. "Did he know that he was looking in a looking-glass, or wouldn't he speak to another bird?"