Chapter VI 



Preening my Feathers 



I DON'T know what it was that 

 made Fessor laugh so when I tried 

 to "spruce up" and make myself look 

 as pretty as possible. Of course, I 

 know full well that I was not a pretty 

 bird. Perhaps I ought to tell you just 

 exactly how I did look. Now you 

 need n't laugh and think I don't know, 

 for I do. I 've seen myself in the mir- 

 ror lots of times. Fessor and Edith 

 used to take me and stand me before 

 the glass, and while at first I thought 

 it was another little bird, and I tried to 

 talk to and play with it, I soon learned 



