We have been shot down by thousands every season until now many species are destroyed from the face of the earth.

There is no security for us in any place.

The hunter with his gun penetrates into the deepest forests, he perils his life in scaling the most dangerous cliffs, he wades through bog and marsh and mud and tracks us to our feeding grounds to surprise us with the deadly shot, and kills the mother hovering over the nest of her helpless offspring with as little compunction as if she were a poisonous reptile instead of a melodious joy-giver.

And all this horrible slaughter is for women." I grew feverish with excitement at this terrible arraignment of the "gentler sex." "But why are they so cruel?
Why do they do this wicked thing ?" I asked.
"For the sake of Fashion," said my mother.
"Fashion, what is that ?" My mother was very patient with me, so when I asked questions she did not put me off by telling me she didn't know, or advise me to fly away and play, or tell me she was busy and couldn't be bothered just then, therefore she now took pains to make me understand.
"You ask me what is Fashion," she began.

"Well, Fashion is an exacting ruler, a great, tyrannical god who has many, many worshipers, and these he rules with an iron hand.