go buy supper with
my money! It will go to add to my store of
treasure in the cave that is under ground.

_5th Prince_: We are hungry, very hungry. When
will the supper be ready?

_Ogre_: It will be ready whenever ye will ready
it for yourselves. Ye should know that by this time.

_1st Prince_: We would make it ready if we were
acquainted with the way.

_Ogre_: It is gone cracked ye are? What is it
ye are thinking to get for your supper? What
ailed ye that ye didn't climb a tree and suck a few
pigeon's eggs?

_2nd Prince_: We were thinking of a pigeon pie.

_Ogre_: A what!!!

_2nd Prince_: A pigeon pie.

_Ogre_: Hurry on then making your pigeon pie!
There are pigeons enough there in the corner, that
a hawk that is my carrier brought me in a while
ago. And there's a pike that was in the lake these
hundred years, an otter is after leaving at my door.

_3rd Prince_: (_Taking a pigeon_.) I don't think
this is a right pigeon.

_4th Prince_: Pigeons in a pie are not the pigeons
that have feathers.

_5th Prince_: (_To Ogre_.) Please, sir, where can
we find pigeons without feathers, that are trussed
on a silver skewer?

_Ogre_: Aye? What's that?

_1st Prince_: Never mind. You'll anger him.
Maybe we can pull the feathers off these. I have
read of plucking a pigeon in our books. (_They
begin to pluck_.)

_2nd Prince_: It is very hard work.

_3rd Prince_: I never knew feathers could stick
in so hard.

_4th Prince_: The more we pull out the more
there would seem to be left.

_5th Prince_: It will be a feather pie we will be
getting in the end.

_1st Prince_: (_Throwing it down_.) It is no use.
We might work at it to-day and to-morrow and be
no nearer to a finish.

_2nd Prince_: The pike might be better.

_3rd Prince_: It has no feathers anyway.

_4th Prince_: (_Touching it_.) It is raw and bleeding!

_5th Prince_: We might roast it.

_1st Prince_: The fire is black out.

_2nd Prince_: I wonder what way can we kindle it?

_3rd Prince_: Better ask him. (_Points to Ogre_.)

_2nd Prince_: Please, sir, what way can we kindle
the fire?

_Ogre_: What!

_4th Prince_: We would wish to light the fire.

_Ogre_: Well, do so.

_5th Prince_: If we had a box of matches....

_Ogre_: Matches! What are you talking about?
Matches won't be invented for the next seven
hundred years.

_1st Prince_: What can we do then, we are starving
with hunger.

_Ogre_: Let ye blow a breath upon a coal under
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