"They're intelligent, reasoning beings, and I'll lay a wager that while they're singing away there they're not singing any songs that make fun of their friends." "Of that I'm not sure, Dagaeoga.

Look at the bird with the red crest, perched on the topmost tip of the tall, green bush directly in front of us.

I can distinguish his song from those of the others, and it seems that the note contains something saucy and ironic." "I see him, Tayoga.

He is an impudent little rascal, but I should call him a most sprightly and attractive bird, nevertheless.

Observe how his head is turned on one side.