The Crow
"Well," said the Crow, coming back and putting on his spectacles once more, "why didn't you say so at once? That's my mother's eye. She's very old; but she still wants to know what is happening in the world, so I carry about her eye with me to let it see. But don't be frightened. She only sees you, she doesn't hear you."
"It wouldn't matter if she did. We should not dream of saying nasty things about your mother," said Redy with true emotion.
"I thought not," said the Crow more peaceably, "besides, she's such a funny little thing, poor dear; she's no legs, no wings, and no tail."
"Dear, dear, and only one eye?" asked Smaly.
"Yes," said the Crow, "only one eye, so she sees only one side of men, birds, and things."
"What does she live on?" asked Redy, with a woman's interest in practical matters.
The Crow replied, "Oh, on candy and caterpillars and sweets and flies, just as you and I do."
"I don't," said Smaly.