PATOU
[_Shaking his head._] Chantecler, how do we know?

CHANTECLER
[_Considering him._] Your appearance is in fact peculiar What actually
is your breed?

PATOU
I am a horrible mixture, issue of every passer-by! I can feel barking
within me the voice of every blood. Retriever, mastiff, pointer, poodle,
hound--my soul is a whole pack, sitting in circle, musing. Cock, I am
all dogs, I have been every dog!

CHANTECLER
Then what a sum of goodness must be stored in you!

PATOU
Brother, we are framed to understand each other. You sing to the sun and
scratch up the earth. I, when I wish to do myself a good and a
pleasure--

CHANTECLER
You lie on the earth and sleep in the sun!

PATOU
[_With a pleased yap._] Aye!

CHANTECLER
We have ever had in common our love for those two things.