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Updated: May 2, 2025
I'll step under that burdock leaf and wait till you are done," said Cocky; and Peck was too busy gobbling up the food to remember anything else. Now the fox had just crept up on the hen-house roof; and when he peeped down, there was just light enough to see a white thing bobbing about. "Ah, ha! that's Cockyloo; now for a good supper!"
After that the hens felt safe, for there were no more foxes; and when they heard about Peck they did not mourn at all, but liked Cocky better than ever, and lived happily together, with nothing to trouble them. King Cockyloo grew to be a splendid bird, pure white, with a tall red comb on his head, long spurs on his yellow legs, many fine feathers in his tail, and eyes that shone like diamonds.
The children were never tired of admiring him; and all the hens and chickens went in a procession one moonlight night to see it, yes, even Mamma Partlet and Granny Cockletop, though one was lame and the other very old, so full of pride were they in the great honor done King Cockyloo. This was not the end of his good deeds; and the last was the best of all, though it cost him his life.
There were eight little hens and two little cockerels, one black and one as white as snow, with yellow legs, bright eyes, and a tiny red comb on his head. This was Cockyloo, the good chick; but the black one was named Peck, and was a quarrelsome bad fowl, as we shall see. Mrs. Partlet, the mamma, was very proud of her fine family; for the eight little daughters were all white and very pretty.
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