"It is my kennel," chuckled Bruno, the wise old dog. "The more it leaks the more it rains."
At that very moment it began to rain in torrents.
"The pond is full," quacked the ducks. "Look at the pond."
"Oh, do look at the hen-house roof—dripping!" shrieked the hens.
"The leaves—look at the leaves," gurgled the turkeys.
"And my kennel leaks. I can feel it on my back," chuckled Bruno.
"The barometer has gone down," said the guinea-fowl.
But no one took any notice of her—quite properly.