"I'll heal you!" roared King Albus, "I'll grub you!"
Then the battle re-commenced with re-doubled fury.
But it did not last much longer. The dark king watched his chance, and bringing all his strength to bear on one blow, sent his adversary sprawling and roaring for mercy right into the mill-stream.
"roaring for mercy."
Then he jumped nimbly on top of him and crowed.
His weight sank his foe, he gave a gasp or two, then away he floated still and quiet enough, while the dark king jumped on shore, and coolly began to re-arrange his ruffled plumage, his two hens soon returning to admire him.
"I told you," cried the young hen, "that Plumes would kill him."
"Ah! well," said the fat old hen, "such things will happen, you know. It can't be helped. It's a pity, of course. But he was always rather haughty and overbearing, and envious too; and if there is one feeling more distasteful to me than another it is Envy."
Arion