"We can't go to our beds either unless you hurry and make them," said the cat, who was vexed at having failed.
So the parrot set to, and tried to spread the clothes on the bed with her beak; but as fast as she pulled them up one side, they slipped off the other, and at last she gave up in despair.
"Oh dear, we shall have to sleep on the floor," cried the other two.
"Then you had better sweep it first," retorted the parrot.
So the monkey took the broom and began to sweep, but only succeeded in raising such a dust that they were nearly blinded, and had to run out of the house and sit on the door-step until it settled.
And they were so discouraged that they cried, and cried, until their tiny handkerchiefs were wet through, and the tears ran down and formed quite a pool in front of the door.
"It's of no use to try and keep house by ourselves," said the monkey; "we shall have to go to some museum and board."
"What! leave our own pretty little house, where we have lived so long," said the cat.