The Parroquet flew up the chimney, the Monkey hid beneath his arm-chair, while the Cock stood defiant, his comb never having assumed a hue so red. They were arrested.
“What are you doing here?” said the Fox to me.
“Whatever you choose, my lord,” I replied.
“Well, remain here,” he continued.
Many others had entered with the speaker, and shouted, “Long live my lord the Fox!” They were right, for never had I beheld so affable a prince.
“My friends,” he said, “nothing in this office is changed; only one additional animal appears.” (Cheers.)
The Fox, taking up the abandoned pen of the Ape, sat down to write his first proclamation.
FIRST PROCLAMATION.
“Inhabitants of the Jardin des Plantes, the editors having been removed, all cause for disorder has ceased.”