“Of course not,” laughed Mary Frances. “Nobody ever is.”
“It’s very sad, though,” declared the rooster.
“Why,” began Mary Frances, “I don’t see anything sad about that.”
“It’s sad, because it’s so much fun to be hungry and eat. I’d like to eat every minute myself—when I’m forgiven.”
“You do pretty well, Feather Flop,” said Mary Frances. “I wouldn’t complain. It’s far worse to be hungry and not to be able to get food.”
“I hadn’t thought of that,” said Feather Flop.
“What’s the next lesson?” he asked abruptly.
“Next lesson?” echoed Mary Frances. “Oh, about roses. Isn’t that a nice one?”
“Call on me for anything I can do,” said Feather Flop. “I’d starve a year and a half before I’d touch anything good in the garden again.”