11/18/2023 0 Comments Rainy daze absurd bird![]() ![]() “ Papa, Pedrito! Nice papa! Papa for Pedrito!” Of course, he said a few things like that. He just ate one piece of bread-and-milk after another. He was not going to tell them anything about it. You see, they did not know that they were new feathers and Pedrito, for his part, said not a word. “ Pedrito! Why Pedrito! Where in the world have you been? What happened to you? And what pretty, pretty feathers!” The people just laughed and wept for joy, and clapped their hands especially to see what pretty feathers the bird had. Until one afternoon, when the family had gathered in the dining room for tea as usual, who should come into the room but Pedrito! He walked in just as though nothing at all had happened, perched for a moment on a chair back, and then climbed up the tablecloth to get his bread-and-milk. Each morning, just after daylight, and before anybody was up, he would go into the kitchen and look at himself in the mirror, getting more and more bad-tempered meanwhile because his feathers grew so slowly. He waited in his hole till everybody went to bed then he would come out, get something to eat, and return to his hiding place again. He was just a proud bird and would have been ashamed to let anybody see him without his tail. All the birds who met him thought surely he had gone crazy and took good care to keep out of his way.īut Pedrito was not dead at all. He made the most alarming zigzags this way and that, to the right and to the left, and up and down. He could not fly very well, however for birds without a tail are much like ships without their rudders: they cannot keep to one direction. Terrified and smarting from pain, the parrot took to his wings. “ There!” said the jaguar, “go and get your Papa! Nice papa! Nice papa! Lucky for you I didn’t get my paws on you!” He did not succeed in catching the bird but he did tear out every single feather in Pedrito’s tail. But just then the jaguar leaped high in the air-oh, twice, three times his own length, as high as a house perhaps, and barely managed to reach Pedrito with the tips of his claws. “ I can’t hear!”Īnd Pedrito edged a little nearer: “ Nice papa!”Īnd the parrot went down still another branch. He hopped down one more branch and began again: “Nice papa! Papa for Pedrito! Come home with me, jaguar!” But Pedrito was thinking how pleased the children in the family would be to see such a sleek jaguar coming in for tea. All he wanted was to get the parrot to come down one more branch, where he could reach him with his paws. ![]()
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