Rock: (Dropping it with a shriek.) It has me
bit with its hard beak, it is turned to be an old
black crow.
Flannery: As black as the bottom of the pot.
Crow: Caw! Caw! Caw!
(Cats reappear and look over back of settle.)
(Music from behind.) ("O'Donnall Abu.")
CURTAIN
ACT II
ACT II
Conan alone holding up bellows, singing: