and began to show them how to do it. First of all she took some mud and made a sort of round cake with it.
"Oh, that's how it's done," said the thrush; and away it flew, and so that's how thrushes build their nests.
Then the magpie took some twigs and arranged them round in the mud.
"Now I know all about it," said the blackbird, and off he flew, and that's how the blackbirds make their nests to this very day.
Then the magpie put another layer of mud over the twigs.
"Oh, that's quite obvious," said the wise owl, and away it flew; and owls have never made better nests since.
After this the magpie took some twigs and twined them round the outside.
"The very thing!" said the sparrow, and off he went; so sparrows make rather slovenly nests to this day.
Well, then Madge Magpie took some feathers and stuff, and lined the nest very comfortably with it.
"That suits me," cried the starling, and off it flew; and very comfortable nests have starlings.
So it went on, every bird taking away some knowledge of how to build nests, but none of them waiting to the end. Meanwhile Madge Magpie went on working and working without looking up till the only bird that remained was the turtle-dove, and that hadn't paid any attention all along, but only kept
