human
Oh, dear! cried Mrs. Wren, sorrowfully.
gpt
Now see what that crow has done! My home is broken up, and my birdies will be killed.
human
Caw! Caw! Caw! cried the crow as unkindly as he could, and it sounded just as if he laughed
gpt
Haw! Haw! Haw!
human
Oh, whatever shall I do? asked Mrs. Wren.
gpt
My birdies will have no nest, and I haven't time to make another and break up the little fine sticks that I need and gather the feathers that are scattered all over. Oh, what shall I do? Soon my birdies will be out of the shells.
human
Never fear! said Uncle Wiggily, bravely.
gpt
I will help you. I'll gather the sticks for you.
human
Oh, but you haven't time; you must be off seeking your fortune,
gpt
Oh, I guess my fortune can wait. It has been waiting for me a long time, and it won't hurt to wait a bit longer. I'll get you the sticks,