The next morning when the Underdog awoke he had an imagination that a
fly had alighted on the ear which Gud had cut off. The Underdog grieved
because he could not flop the ear which he no longer possessed and so
dislodge the fly that he imagined had alighted thereon.
This made bad blood at the breakfast table so that the Underdog growled
ungratefully over the bone of contention which Gud threw him.
All that day they walked with their eyes averted and said nothing until
they came to the place where the birds of faith roosted on the waves of
the wireless; and then they both rejoiced, for here was good game,
easily ensnared because it had faith and trust.
So Gud spoke comradely to the Underdog and the Underdog wagged
cordially. Gud built a snare out of weeping willow twigs, and the
Underdog ran round the birds and barked the birches. Presently an old
bird that was steadfast in the faith walked into the snare and Gud
reached out his hand and took the bird, and it perched upon his shoulder
and told him why love grows cold. This made Gud very happy, for he had
always wanted to know.