Little Chicken prospected again with no results.

He dressed his plumage, polished his beak, and when he felt fine and in full toilet he began to flirt with himself.

Freckles' eyes snapped and his breath sucked between his clenched teeth.
"He's going to do it!" whispered the Angel.

"That will come next.

You'll best give me that bulb!" "Yis," assented Freckles, but he was looking at the log and he made no move to relinquish the bulb.
Little Chicken nodded daintily and ruffled his feathers.