C. L.—What fell on to your head? What a stupid hen you are!
H. P.—I was under a beanstack pecking about, and suddenly something fell from the top of the stack on to my head. I thought at first it was a bean or a piece of stick, but now I think of it, I am sure it was something much heavier—a piece of the sky, or something of that sort.
C. L.—A piece of the sky falling out! But, Henny, this is serious.
H. P.—Of course! That's what I feel. That's why I screamed at once for help.
C. L.—You see, if the sky is coming to bits, I think the Queen of England ought to know it.
H. P.—I think she ought. Let's go and tell her!
C. L.—Agreed! We'll start at once. I'll just crow first very loud that everybody may know something is happening.
H. P.—Very well, and I'll cluck.
(They crow and cluck.)
C. L.—Now, then, we can start.