The big yellow cat crouched under the barberry hedge and crept towards the sparrows.
Oliver Sparrow came flying straight at Robert Robin’s red breast. Quick as a flash Robert Robin struck with his strong bill, and Oliver Sparrow fell towards the ground. It was then that the big yellow cat sprang from under the hedge.
“A cat! A cat! A cat!” screamed all the sparrows, and away they flew back to the alleys, and parks, and behind the houses and stores, leaving Robert Robin, and Mrs. Robert Robin, and all their children very tired but unharmed.
“Kitty! Kitty! Kitty! Kitty! Kitty!” called the woman, and the big yellow cat went bounding across the lawn.
Just then Cousin Phineas came home.
“My stars! If there isn’t Cousin Robert, and all his folks!” shouted Cousin Phineas. “Welcome to our city!”
“Glad to see you again, Cousin Phineas!” said Robert Robin. “But I cannot say that I like your neighbors!”
“Have those wicked sparrows been here again?” asked Cousin Phineas.
“I have just had a fine fight with more sparrows than I ever saw before in all my life!” said Robert Robin.
“It must have been that Oliver Sparrow and his gang!” said Cousin Phineas. “They are very bad birds! I hope they did not hurt you?”