wanted. At this they all settled on the ground, and soon were caught in the net.
They then began to abuse the pigeon who had dared them, saying that it was through him they were all caught. But King Spreckle-neck said they were all to blame, and the thing to do now was to find some way of escape, and not to waste precious time by quarreling. He thought carefully for a few moments, and then said.
"Many small things added together make a large one. Let us all rise under the net at the same instant and between us we will fly off with it."
They decided to try this means of escape, and it happened just as the King said. They rose together, and flew away with the net. The fowler, who had hidden himself at some distance, saw the pigeons flying away with his net and hastened to stop them, but was too late, and soon they were out of sight.
The pigeons, seeing that they were safely away from the fowler, asked the King what they should do next.
Speckle-neck said, "A friend of mine named 'Golden-skin,' King of the Mice,
