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“那真是一件可怕的事情!”母雞説。她講這話的地方不是城裏發生這個故事的那個區域。“那是雞屋裏的一件可怕的事情!我今夜不敢一個人睡覺了!真是幸運，我們今晚大夥兒都棲在一根棲木上!”於是她講了一個故事，弄得別的母雞羽毛根根豎起，而公雞的冠卻垂下來了。這完全是真的!
不過我們還是從頭開始吧。事情是發生在城裏另一區的雞屋裏面。太陽落下了，所有的母雞都飛上了棲木。有一隻母雞，羽毛很白，腿很短;她總是按規定的數目下蛋。在各方面説起來，她是一隻很有身份的母雞。當她飛到棲木上去的時候，她用嘴啄了自己幾下，弄得有一根小羽毛落下來了。
“事情就是這樣!”她説，“我越把自己啄得厲害，我就越漂亮!”她説這話的神情是很快樂的，因為她是母雞中一個心情愉快的人物，雖然我剛才説過她是一隻很有身份的雞。不久她就睡着了。
周圍是一起漆黑。母雞跟母雞站在一邊，不過離她最近的那隻母雞卻睡不着。她在靜聽——一隻耳朵進，一隻耳朵出;一個人要想在世界上安靜地活下去，就非得如此做不可。不過她禁不住要把她所聽到的事情告訴她的鄰居：
“你聽到過剛才的話嗎?我不願意把名字指出來。不過有一隻母雞，她為了要好看，啄掉自己的羽毛。假如我是公雞的話，我才真要瞧不起她呢。”
在這些母雞的上面住着一隻貓頭鷹和她的丈夫以及孩子。她這一家人的耳朵都很尖：鄰居剛才所講的話，他們都聽見了。他們翻翻眼睛;於是貓頭鷹媽媽就拍拍翅膀説：wωw奇Qìsuu書com網
“不要聽那類的話!不過我想你們都聽到了剛才的話吧?我是親耳聽到過的;你得聽了很多才能記住。有一隻母雞完全忘記了母雞所應當有的禮貌：她甚至把她的羽毛都啄掉了，好讓公雞把她看個仔細。”
“PRENEZGARDEAUXEN?eANTS，”①貓頭鷹爸爸説。“這不是孩子們可以聽的話。”
“我還是要把這話告訴對面的貓頭鷹!她是一個很正派的貓頭鷹，值得來往!”於是貓頭鷹媽媽就飛走了。
“呼!呼!嗚——呼!”他們倆都喊起來，而喊聲就被下邊鴿子籠裏面的鴿子聽見了。“你們聽到過那樣的話沒有?呼!呼!有一隻母雞，她把她的羽毛都啄掉了，想討好公雞!她一定會凍死的——如果她現在還沒有死的話。嗚——呼!”
“在什麼地方?在什麼地方?”鴿子咕咕地叫着。
“在對面的那個屋子裏!我幾乎可説是親眼看見的。把它講出來真不像話，不過那完全是真的!”
“真的!真的!每個字都是真的!”所有的鴿子説，同時向下邊的養雞場咕咕地叫：“有一隻母雞，也有人説是兩隻，她們都把所有的`羽毛都啄掉，為的是要與眾不同，藉此引起公雞的注意。這是一種冒險的玩意兒，因為這樣她們就容易傷風，結果一定會發高熱死掉。她們兩位現在都死了。”
“醒來呀!醒來呀!”公雞大叫着，同時向圍牆上飛去。他的眼睛仍然帶着睡意，不過他仍然在大叫。”三隻母雞因為與一隻公雞在愛情上發生不幸，全都死去了。她們把她們的羽毛啄得精光。這是一件很醜的事情。我不願意把它關在心裏;讓大家都知道它吧!”
“讓大家都知道它吧!”蝙蝠説。於是母雞叫，公雞啼。“讓大家都知道它吧!讓大家都知道它吧!”於是這個故事就從這個雞屋傳到那個雞屋，最後它回到它原來所傳出的那個地方去。
這故事變成："五隻母雞把她們的羽毛都啄得精光，為的是要表示出她們之中誰因為和那隻公雞失了戀而變得最消瘦。後來她們相互啄得流血，弄得五隻雞全都死掉。這使得她們的家庭蒙受羞辱，她們的主人蒙受極大的損失。”
那隻落掉了一根羽毛的母雞當然不知道這個故事就是她自己的故事。因為她是一隻很有身份的母雞，所以她就説：
“我瞧不起那些母雞;不過像這類的賊東西有的是!我們不應該把這類事兒掩藏起來。我盡我的力量使這故事在報紙上發表，讓全國都知道。那些母雞活該倒黴!她們的家庭也活該倒黴!”
這故事終於在報紙上被刊登出來了。這完全是真的：一根小小的羽毛可以變成五隻母雞。
①這是法文，意義是“提防孩子們聽到”，在歐洲人的眼中，貓頭鷹是一種很聰明的鳥兒。它是鳥類中的所謂“上流社會人士”，故此講法文。
完全是真的英文版：
“There Is No Doubt About It.”
THAT was a terrible affair!” said a hen, and in a quarter of the town, too, where it had not taken place. “That was a terrible affair in a hen-roost. I cannot sleep alone to-night. It is a good thing that many of us sit on the roost together.” And then she told a story that made the feathers on the other hens bristle up, and the cock’s comb fall. There was no doubt about it.
But we will begin at the beginning, and that is to be found in a hen-roost in another part of the town. The sun was setting, and the fowls were flying on to their roost; one hen, with white feathers and short legs, used to lay her eggs according to the regulations, and was, as a hen, respectable in every way. As she was flying upon the roost, she plucked herself with her beak, and a little feather came out.
“There it goes,” she said; “the more I pluck, the more beautiful do I get.” She said this merrily, for she was the best of the hens, and, moreover, as had been said, very respectable. With that she went to sleep.
It was dark all around, and hen sat close to hen, but the one who sat nearest to her merry neighbour did not sleep. She had heard and yet not heard, as we are often obliged to do in this world, in order to live at peace; but she could not keep it from her neighbour on the other side any longer. “Did you hear what was said? I mention no names, but there is a hen here who intends to pluck herself in order to look well. If I were a cock, I should despise her.”
Just over the fowls sat the owl, with father owl and the little owls. The family has sharp ears, and they all heard every word that their neighbour had said. They rolled their eyes, and mother owl, beating her wings, said: “Don’t listen to her! But I suppose you heard what was said? I heard it with my own ears, and one has to hear a great deal before they fall off. There is one among the fowls who has so far forgotten what is becoming to a hen that she plucks out all her feathers and lets the cock see it.”
“Prenez garde aux enfants!” said father owl; “children should not hear such things.”
“But I must tell our neighbour owl about it; she is such an estimable owl to talk to.” And with that she flew away.
“Too-whoo! Too-whoo!” they both hooted into the neighbour’s dove-cot to the doves inside. “Have you heard? Have you heard? Too-whoo! There is a hen who has plucked out all her feathers for the sake of the cock; she will freeze to death, if she is not frozen already. Too-whoo!”
“Where? where?” cooed the doves.
“In the neighbour’s yard. I have as good as seen it myself. It is almost unbecoming to tell the story, but there is no doubt about it.”
“Believe every word of what we tell you,” said the doves, and cooed down into their poultry-yard. “There is a hen—nay, some say that there are two—who have plucked out all their feathers, in order not to look like the others, and to attract the attention of the cock. It is a dangerous game, for one can easily catch cold and die from fever, and both of these are dead already.”
“Wake up! wake up!” crowed the cock, and flew upon his board. Sleep was still in his eyes, but yet he crowed out: “Three hens have died of their unfortunate love for a cock. They had plucked out all their feathers. It is a horrible story: I will not keep it to myself, but let it go farther.”
“Let it go farther,” shrieked the bats, and the hens clucked and the cocks crowed, “Let it go farther! Let it go farther!” In this way the story travelled from poultry-yard to poultry-yard, and at last came back to the place from which it had really started.
“Five hens,” it now ran, “have plucked out all their feathers to show which of them had grown leanest for love of the cock, and then they all pecked at each other till the blood ran down and they fell down dead, to the derision and shame of their family, and to the great loss of their owner.”
The hen who had lost the loose little feather naturally did not recognise her own story, and being a respectable hen, said: “I despise those fowls; but there are more of that kind. Such things ought not to be concealed, and I will do my best to get the story into the papers, so that it becomes known throughout the land; the hens have richly deserved it, and their family too.”
It got into the papers, it was printed; and there is no doubt about it, one little feather may easily grow into five hens.
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