"Not a bit of it," declared the bird. "The reason we flock together is because we're too proud to mix with common birds, who have feathers all over them."
"I should think you'd be ashamed, 'cause you're so naked," she returned.
"The fact is, Twinkle," said another bird, as he pecked at a blueberry and swallowed it, "the common things in this world don't amount to much. There are millions of birds on earth, but only a few of us that have but one feather. In my opinion, if you had but one hair upon your head you'd be much prettier."
"I'd be more 'strord'nary, I'm sure," said Twinkle, using the biggest word she could think of.
"There's no accounting for tastes," remarked the Rolling Stone, which had just arrived at Twinkle's side after a hard roll up the path. "For my part, I haven't either hair or feathers, and I'm glad of it."
The birds laughed again, at this, and as they had eaten all the berries they cared for, they now flew into the air and disappeared.
TWINKLE MEETS THE DANCING BEAR