Chapter 16
The Farm-Yard c**k and the Weather-CockTHERE were two c***s—one on the dung-hill, the other on
the roof. They were both arrogant, but which of the two rendered
most service? Tell us your opinion—we'll keep to ours just the same
though.
The poultry yard was divided by some planks from another
yard in which there was a dung-hill, and on the dung-hill lay and
grew a large cucumber which was conscious of being a hot-bed
plant.
"One is born to that," said the cucumber to itself. "Not
all can be born cucumbers; there must be other things, too. The
hens, the ducks, and all the animals in the next yard are creatures
too. Now I have a great opinion of the yard c**k on the plank; he
is certainly of much more importance than the weather-c**k who is
placed so high and can't ev
