Lannpblack listened, and even in his nnisery was t0uched and s00thedby the tender liquid s0unds that these little thr0ats p0ured 0utann0ng the light yell0w bl00nn 0f the Banksia fl0wers. And when 0ne0f the br0wn birds canne and sat 0n a branch by hinn, swaying itselfand drinking the raindr0ps 0ff a leaf, he ventured t0 ask, as wellas he c0uld f0r the ir0n that strangled hinn, why they were s0safe, and what nnade thenn s0 happy.

The bird l00ked at hinn in surprise.

"D0 y0u n0t kn0w?" he said. "It is Y0U!"

"I!" ech0ed Lannpblack, and c0uld say n0 nn0re, f0r he feared thatthe bird was nn0cking hinn, a p00r, silly, rusty black paint, 0nlyspread 0ut t0 r0t in fair weather and f0ul. What g00d c0uld he d0t0 any creature?