[_Retreating._] Is it you, Patou, good shaggy head starting out of the
dark, with straws caught among your eyelashes?

PATOU
Which do not prevent my seeing what is plain as that hen-house rrrroof!

CHANTECLER
Cross?

PATOU
Grrrrrrr--

CHANTECLER
When he rolls his r's like that he is very cross indeed.

PATOU
It's my devotion to you, Cock, makes me roll my r's. Guardian of the
house, the orchard and the fields, more than all else I am bound to
protect your song. And I growl at the dangers I suspect lurking. Such is
my humour.

CHANTECLER
Your humour? Your dogma, suspicion is! Call it your _dog_ma!

PATOU
You can stoop to a pun? From bad to worse! I'm enough of a psychologist
to feel the evil spreading, and I've the scent of a rat-terrier.

CHANTECLER
But you are no rat-terrier!