ZAGK, TEE COCKATOO. 



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Mrs. Owl, there is a great difference in the cases, though you may 

 not be able to see it." 



"I do not see it, T assure you!" cried Mrs. Owl, ruffling her 

 feathers angrily. 



"And therefore," I continued, as I disentangled her claws from 

 the net, "I will only say, without further argument, Grood-by!" 



"Good-by!" cried the brown owl, as she spread her broad 

 wings and sailed away. "Tu-whoo! tu-whit! Good-by, 

 ma'am! Did you ever taste chickens yourself ? I suppose not. 

 Tu-whoo!" 



iN^ow, wasn't she an impudent bird? 







ZACK, THE COCKATOO. 



Zack was a cockatoo. He was snow-white, with a yellow crest; 

 and what was left of his tail was yellow, but that was only two 

 feathers, for the cat had bitten off the rest. 



He could say several words. What he said oftenest was, "Poor 

 cockatoo ! Poor cockatoo ! " in a pleading voice. We used to lift 

 him upon a finger, and he would give us a kiss by placing his open 

 bill close to our lips and moving his little tongue back and forth. 

 He was not a good bird, though, and we were always afraid of his 

 kisses. 



When very angry he would spread his wings and tap his hard 

 bill on the floor, and his crest would stand up and open like a fan. 



