"Can you raise your back, or purr, or throw out sparks?" said the tom
cat.
"No."
"Then you have no right to express an opinion when sensible people are
speaking."
So the duckling sat in a corner, feeling very low spirited, till the sunshine
and the fresh air came into the room through the open door, and then he began
to feel such a great longing for a swim on the water, that he could not help
telling the hen.
"What an absurd idea," said the hen. "You have nothing else to
do, therefore you have foolish fancies. If you could purr or lay eggs, they
would pass away."
"But it is so delightful to swim about on the water," said the
duckling, "and so refreshing to feel it close over your head, while you
dive down to the bottom."
"Delightful, indeed!" said the hen, "why you must be crazy! Ask
the cat, he is the cleverest animal I know, ask him how he would like to swim
about on the water, or to dive under it, for I will not speak of my own opinion;
ask our mistress, the old woman; there is no one in the world more clever than
she is. Do you think she would like to swim, or to let the water close over her
head?"
"You don't understand me," said the duckling.
"We don't understand you? Who can understand you, I wonder? Do you
consider yourself more clever than the cat, or the old woman? I will say
nothing of myself. Don't imagine such nonsense, child, and thank your good
fortune that you have been received here. Are you not in a warm room, and in
society from which you may learn something. But you are a chatterer, and your
company is not very agreeable. Believe me, I speak only for your own good. I
may tell you unpleasant truths, but that is a proof of my friendship. I advise
you, therefore, to lay eggs, and learn to purr as quickly as possible."
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