JACOB. Ah, that is fine! Wait here.
[_He enters the mill._]
FOX. He has gone for meal! Ha, ha, ha, ha!
[JACOB _comes out with a club._]
JACOB. Now go! Go, sir!
FOX. Why, what is this? I said I would eat Peter's chickens.
JACOB. Yes, but you mean to eat mine. Now go! Go, or I will beat you!
[_The Fox runs quickly away._]
THE VAIN JACKDAW
TIME: _last summer._
PLACE: _a public park._
* * * * *
VAIN JACKDAW.
OLD JACKDAW.
YOUNG JACKDAW.
OTHER JACKDAWS.
PEACOCKS.
* * * * *
[_The_ JACKDAWS _are seen in the park._]
OLD JACKDAW. Come, jackdaws! We must have our breakfast. Come!
[_The Vain Jackdaw stops to look at something on the ground._]
(_To Vain Jackdaw._)
Come, no one should stop to look at anything! Come!
YOUNG JACKDAW. Just look at him. He takes up feathers!
VAIN JACKDAW (_to himself_). How fine I would look in these peacock
feathers!
ANOTHER JACKDAW. See how he sticks the feathers in among his own!
YOUNG JACKDAW. See how he struts about in them!
OLD JACKDAW. My son, take off those feathers!
VAIN JACKDAW. It pleases me to wear them.
OLD JACKDAW. Take them off, I say!
VAIN JACKDAW. I will not take them off!
OLD JACKDAW.
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