One morning, just as Sapphira had finished a most beautiful fort with a trench all around it into which the water would flow when the tide came in, the oldest Walrus shouted to her,
"Sapphira, hasn't your father a Flying Pig?"
"Yes," said Sapphira.
"Well, why couldn't he bring you out to us?"
"He's locked up," said Sapphira, "the door of the cage has a padlock, of which father carries the key, and he's watched all the time by two boys. He couldn't ever get out.
"Poor thing," said the Walrus, "it must be awful to be locked up."
"He doesn't care," said Sapphira, "he's a terribly stupid thing, he sleeps all the time."
Just then a large, brightly colored bird was seen flying towards them. He had a beautiful topknot of green and yellow feathers that shone in the sun, and made him look very grand. He alighted on the sand alongside of Sapphira, and began to smooth out his feathers as if he were very proud of them.
"The Squawking Cockatoo," said the Walrus.
Then they all shouted together, "Good morning, Cockatoo."