The Fishes lived in the lake, and fed chiefly on boiled periwinkles.

And all these seven families lived together in the utmost fun and felicity.

CHAPTER IV.

THE CHILDREN OF THE SEVEN FAMILIES ARE SENT AWAY.

One day all the seven fathers and the seven mothers of the seven families agreed that they would send their children out to see the world.

So they called them all together, and gave them each eight shillings and some good advice, some chocolate-drops, and a small green morocco pocket-book to set down their expenses in.

They then particularly entreated them not to quarrel; and all the parents sent off their children with a parting injunction.

“If,” said the old Parrots, “you find a cherry, do not fight about who should have it.”

“And,” said the old Storks, “if you find a frog, divide it carefully into seven bits, but on no account quarrel about it.”

And the old Geese said to the seven young Geese, “Whatever you do, be sure you do not touch a plum-pudding flea.”

And the old Owls said, “If you find a mouse, tear him up into seven slices, and eat him cheerfully, but without quarrelling.”

And the old Guinea Pigs said, “Have a care that you eat your lettuces, should you find any, not greedily, but calmly.”

And the old Cats said, “Be particularly careful not to meddle with a clangle-wangle if you should see one.”

And the old Fishes said, “Above all things, avoid eating a blue boss-woss; for they do not agree with fishes, and give them a pain in their toes.”

So all the children of each family thanked their parents; and, making in all forty-nine polite bows, they went into the wide world.

CHAPTER V.

THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN YOUNG PARROTS.

The seven young Parrots had not gone far, when they saw a tree with a
single cherry on it, which the oldest Parrot picked instantly; but the
other six, being extremely hungry, tried to get it also.  On which all the
seven began to fight; and they
scuffled,
     and huffled,
       and ruffled,
         and shuffled,
           and puffled,
             and muffled,
               and buffled,
                 and duffled,
                   and fluffled,
                     and guffled,
                       and bruffled,
                         and screamed, and shrieked, and squealed,
and squeaked, and clawed, and snapped, and bit, and bumped, and thumped,
and dumped, and flumped each other, till they were all torn into little
bits; and at last there was nothing left to record this painful incident
except the cherry and seven small green feathers.

And that was the vicious and voluble end of the seven young Parrots.

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