2nd Prince: A pigeon pie.
Ogre: Hurry on then making your pigeon pie!
There are pigeons enough there in the corner, that
a hawk that is my carrier brought me in a while
ago. And there's a pike that was in the lake these
hundred years, an otter is after leaving at my door.
3rd Prince: (Taking a pigeon.) I don't think
this is a right pigeon.
4th Prince: Pigeons in a pie are not the pigeons
that have feathers.
5th Prince: (To Ogre.) Please, sir, where can
we find pigeons without feathers, that are trussed
on a silver skewer?
Ogre: Aye? What's that?
1st Prince: Never mind. You'll anger him.
Maybe we can pull the feathers off these. I have
read of plucking a pigeon in our books. (They
begin to pluck.)
2nd Prince: It is very hard work.
3rd Prince: I never knew feathers could stick
in so hard.
4th Prince: The more we pull out the more
there would seem to be left.