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THE NEW BIRD FARMER GREEN had not been home long,
after his trip to the village, when Rusty Wren heard a sound that for once made
him keep quite still for at least five seconds. “Cuckoo! cuckoo!” The cry came from
inside the farmhouse. And since the windows were wide open, Rusty could easily
hear it from the tree near-by, where he lived. “There’s a new bird in there!” Rusty
Wren exclaimed to himself as soon as the sound reached his ears. He listened intently.
But the call was not repeated. “Farmer Green is not satisfied with
my singing!” Rusty cried. And thereupon he flew into such a rage that when his
wife came home, a few minutes later, she was actually frightened. “What in the world is the matter?”
she asked her husband anxiously. “Matter?” cried Rusty Wren. “Here
I’ve sung my best for Farmer Green all summer, and waked him at dawn every
morning without fail! And what do you suppose he’s done ? He has brought home a
strange bird from the village, because he doesn’t care for my singing.” Mrs. Rusty Wren told her husband
that he must be mistaken. “Maybe a bird flew inside the farmhouse
by accident,” she said. “What kind. of bird is it?” she inquired. “It said ‘Cuckoo!’” Rusty explained.
“But if it’s a cuckoo, it’s different from any other I’ve ever heard. You know
yourself that Black Bill Cuckoo who lives in the bushes beyond the orchard says
‘Cow, cow!’” “I wouldn’t worry, if I were you,”
Mrs. Rusty advised her husband. “No doubt this strange bird has already made
his escape.” It was then after sunset. And soon
Rusty Wren’s family were all fast asleep, without having heard any more bird
notes from the farmhouse. The next morning Rusty awoke just as
the first streaks of gray showed in the east. He was about to begin his dawn
song when through the kitchen window came that “Cuckoo! cuckoo!” again. Rusty knew then that the strange
bird was still there. “Did you hear that?” he asked his
wife. She nodded her head silently. “He’s telling Farmer Green that it’s
time to get up!” Rusty exclaimed indignantly. “And since Farmer Green has seen
fit to get somebody else to wake him, I certainly shall not trouble myself on
his account any more.” So Rusty Wren flew away to the orchard
to sing his dawn song. Jolly Robin, who lived there, in an old apple tree, was
surprised to hear Rusty Wren singing in that neighborhood so early. And he was
still more astonished at Rusty’s melody. His voice was so much shriller than
usual that Jolly Robin knew instantly that something had displeased him. “What’s happened to upset you?”
Jolly Robin inquired, after Rusty had finished singing. “I expect to come here and give my
dawn song every morning,” Rusty remarked. “And if there’s anybody living in
the orchard that objects, he had better move away at once.” Of course Jolly Robin didn’t want to
do that. And he said as much, too. “But I hope you’ll sing a little
more happily,” he told Rusty, “because I don’t like to hear people complaining
— and neither does my wife.” It is easy to understand why Farmer
Green and his family overslept, when one knows that Rusty Wren no longer sang
his dawn song beneath Farmer Green’s window. And when Rusty saw that the whole
household never stirred until long after sunrise, he was so pleased that he
couldn’t help making a few remarks about the new bird in the farmhouse, which
had annoyed him so by singing “Cuckoo! cuckoo!” “This stranger is a very poor
songster!” Rusty said to his wife. “All he can sing is ‘Cuckoo! cuckoo !’ in
that silly way of his. He has no trills and runs and ripples at all! And he
can’t even repeat his song ten times a minute, as I give mine. He has to wait
at least half an hour before he cries ‘Cuckoo! cuckoo!’ again. And no one but
a simpleton would ever attempt to awaken a hard-working farmer by such
half-hearted singing.” Mrs. Rusty quite agreed with her husband.
‘Farmer Green will be sorry he
brought home such a worthless bird,” she said. |