By Bolton Hall

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“Times are hard,” said the Picked Chicken.

“Why,” said the Rat, “this is an era of prosperity; see how I have feathered my nest.”

“But,” said the Picked Chicken, “you have gotten my feathers.”

“You must not think,” said the Rat, “that because I get more comfort you get poorer.”

“But,” said the Chicken, “you produce no feathers, and I keep none—”

“If you would use your teeth”—interrupted the Rat.

“If—” said the Picked Chicken.

“You could lay—”