PATOU
I am so fond of the sun that I howl at the moon. And so fond of the
earth that I dig great holes and shove my nose in it!

CHANTECLER
I know! The gardener's wife has her opinion of those holes.--But what
are the dangers you discern? All lies quiet beneath the quiet sky.
Nothing appears to be threatening my humble sunlit dominions.

THE OLD HEN
[_Lifting the basket-lid with her head._] The egg looks like marble
until it gets smashed! [_The lid drops._]

CHANTECLER
[_To_ PATOU.] What dangers, friend?

PATOU
There are two. First, in yonder cage--

CHANTECLER
Well?

PATOU
That satirical whistling.

CHANTECLER
What about it?

PATOU