Telegram for the Eagle
Suddenly the dance was interrupted by the entrance of the young Sparrow, who had returned with a telegram for the Eagle.
Everything stopped at once and the Eagle’s grandson immediately flew to the top of the great oak tree, where his honored grandfather’s spectacles had been placed in an oriole’s nest for safe-keeping.
He returned in twenty seconds and found everybody waiting breathlessly.
The Eagle looked troubled after he had read the telegram. Then he and the Owl whispered silently together.
“Bad news,” cawed the crows.
“Bad news,” shrieked the blue jays.
“Bad news,” squeaked the field mice.
The noise was terrific, and the Eagle waved his rod angrily, crying, “Silence!”