雞猫鳥
Once a farmer’s boy caught three young wood larks. He took them home
and gave them his best and largest cage to live in. Soon they were
happy and sang almost all day long.
Every one liked the birds very much, excepting the cat and the hen.
One day the sun shone very hot and the birds tried to get out of the
cage. They wanted to fly in the trees and bushes.
The farmer’s boy knew what they wanted and hung their cage in the tree.
He said to himself, “I think my birds will like this. They can get
acquainted with other birds. I know birds should go with birds. That is
their happiness.”
Then the wood larks sang loud and long, for they were glad to be in the
trees.
An old hen was sitting on some eggs near by, and her little ones were
just beginning to come out of the shells. The singing of the birds made
her angry and she said to them, “Will you stop that noise for a time so
that I may hear my little ones call? I can not hear a word my children
say. That is not a pretty song, anyway. When other birds sing, their
songs are sweet; but your noise hurts my ears. Why do you sing all the
time? No one likes to hear you.
“That foolish boy did not know much about birds, or he would not have
caught you. There are plenty of other birds in the mountain. The thrush
and the kind-birds are good, with fine voices and clean and beautiful
feathers.
“Why could not that foolish boy catch them? They are the birds I like.
They are kind to chickens and like to live with us, but you wood larks
are our enemies, and our children fear to come near you.”
The birds made no reply to the hen’s scolding. They sang and were happy
and did not seem to notice her.
This only made the hen more angry, and when the cat passed by her door,
she said, “Good morning, Mrs. Cat. Do you know we have much trouble
since our enemies, the wood larks, came here to live? They are always
trying to get out of the cage. I think they want to hurt my children—or
yours,” she added slyly.
“Do you hear their harsh ugly voices all the day? I can not sleep, I
can not find any comfort here since those birds have come.”
“Our master’s son brought them,” said the cat, “and we can not help
ourselves. What would you do about it?”
“I told you,” said the hen, “that I do not like those birds. They
should be killed or driven away.”
“I do not like them very well either,” replied the cat. “Cats and birds
do not go well together. Cats like birds to eat you know, but then men
like chickens. If you do not want them here, we can do this. At midday,
when the master’s son lets the birds out for a bath, they sit a while
in the sun to dry their feathers. When you see them come out, call
‘Cluck, cluck,’ and I will come and catch them or drive them away.”
When the time came for the birds to take their bath, the cat was
asleep. The hen called loudly. The cat heard her and crept quietly to
the place where the birds were bathing.
But one of the birds saw the cat and said to her, “Mrs. Cat, what are
you trying to do? We know what the hen said to you about us last night.
I heard her advise you to kill us or drive us away. Is this not true?
“The old hen does not wish us to live here; but then the rats and mice
do not like you to live here either. I warn you not to put your paws on
us. If you kill us, the master’s boy will kill you, and he will kill
and cook the hen. Do you know how much he loves us?
“Every morning before the sun shines, he is up; and do you know where
he goes? He goes to the river to catch the baby swims (little fish) for
us. He goes to the mountain and catches grasshoppers for us, and from
the fields he brings us seeds and rice.
“He works hard for us. Sometimes he brings other boys here just to hear
our songs. He spent much money for our cage and our gem-stone water
dishes.
“Every day the master asks his son, ‘How are your birds, my son?’
“One day our brother would not eat food and the boy said to his father,
‘What ails my bird, father? All the foods are here, but he will not
eat.’
“The father answered, ‘I will call a doctor.’
“And the doctor came and said, ‘The bird has fever. Give him some
Da-Wong-Sai and Tseng-Chu-Mi and he will be well soon.’ The boy paid
the doctor for this; so you see how well he loves us.
“When we do not like to stay in the house he hangs us out in the trees
so that we can talk with other birds.
“Now, Mrs. Cat, do you see how well we are cared for? Go back and tell
the old hen not to talk about us. Do not notice what she says against
us, for if you kill us, as the hen wishes you to do, you will surely
have no life left in the world.
“You see how cunning the hen is. She will not do the thing herself, but
wants you to do it. That proves that she is your enemy as well as ours.
“Oh, Mrs. Cat, do not be foolish. You have three little ones to care
for. If you lose your life by taking ours, who will care for your
children? Will the hen do it? I think not.”
When the cat heard such wisdom from a little bird she said, “Well!
Well! Well! I think you are right,” and went away.
Ee-Sze (Meaning): True friends will not ask you to do things they would
not do themselves.