theremustbeotherthings，too.Thehens，theducks，andalltheanimalsinthenextyardarecreaturestoo.NowIhaveaGREatopinionoftheyardcockontheplank；
heiscertainlyofmuchmoreimportancethantheweather-cockwhoisplacedsohighandcantevencreak，muchlesscrow.Thelatterhasneitherhensnorchicks，andonlythinksofhimselfandperspiresverdigris.No，theyardcockisreallyacockHisstepisadanceHiscrowingismusic，andwhereverhegoesoneknowswhatatrumpeterislikeIfhewouldonlycomeinhereEvenifheatemeupstump，stalk，andall，andIhadtodissolveinhisbody，itwouldbeahappydeath，”saidthecucumber. Inthenighttherewasaterriblestorm.Thehens，chicks，andeventhecocksoughtshelter；
thewindtoredowntheplanksbetweenthetwoyardswithacrash；
thetilescametumblingdown，buttheweather-cocksatfirm.Hedidnoteventurnround，forhecouldnot；
andyethewasyoungandfreshlycast，butprudentandsedate.Hehadbeenbornold，anddidnotatallresemblethebirdsflyingintheairthesparrows，andtheswallows；
no，hedespisedthem，thesemeanlittlepipingbirds，thesecommonwhistlers.Headmittedthatthepigeons，largeandwhiteandshininglikemother-o-pearl，lookedlikeakindofweather-cock；
buttheywerefatandstupid，andalltheirthoughtsandendeavoursweredirectedtofillingthemselveswithfood，andbesides，theyweretiresomethingstoconversewith.Thebirdsofpassagehadalsopaidtheweather-cockavisitandtoldhimofforeigncountries，ofairycaravansandrobberstoriesthatmadeoneshairstandonend.Allthiswasnewandinteresting；
thatis，forthefirsttime，butafterwards，astheweather-cockfoundout，theyrepeatedthemselvesandalwaystoldthesamestories，andthatsverytedious，andtherewasnoonewithwhomonecouldassociate，foroneandallwerestaleandsmall-minded. “theworldisnogood”hesaid. “Everythinginitissostupid.” theweather-cockwaspuffedup，andthatqualitywouldhavemadehiminterestingintheeyesofthecucumberifithadknownit，butithadeyesonlyfortheyardcock，whowasnowintheyardwithit. thewindhadblowntheplanks，butthestormwasover. “Whatdoyouthinkofthatcrowing”saidtheyardcocktothehensandchickens. “Itwasalittleroughitwantedelegance.” Andthehensandchickenscameuponthedung-hill，andthecockstruttedaboutlikealord. “Gardenplant”hesaidtothecucumber，andinthatonewordhisdeeplearningshoweditself，anditforgotthathewaspeckingatherandeatingitup. “Ahappydeath” thehensandthechickenscame，forwhereonerunstheothersruntoo；
theyclucked，andchirped，andlookedatthecock，andwereproudthathewasoftheirkind. “Cock-a-doodle-doo”hecrowed， “thechickenswillgrowupintoGREathensatonce，ifIcryitoutinthepoultry-yardoftheworld” Andhensandchickscluckedandchirped，andthecockannouncedaGREatpieceofnews. “AcockcanlayaneggAnddoyouknowwhatsinthateggAbasilisk.Noonecanstandthesightofsuchathing；
peopleknowthat，andnowyouknowittooyouknowwhatisinme，andwhatachampionofallcocksIam” Withthattheyardcockflappedhiswings，madehiscombswellup，andcrowedagain；
andtheyallshuddered，thehensandthelittlechicksbuttheywereveryproudthatoneoftheirnumberwassuchachampionofallcocks.Theycluckedandchirpedtilltheweather-cockheard；
heheardit；
buthedidnotstir. “Everythingisverystupid，”theweather-cocksaidtohimself. “Theyardcocklaysnoeggs，andIamtoolazytodoso；
ifIliked，Icouldlayawind-egg.Buttheworldisnotworthevenawind-egg.EverythingissostupidIdontwanttosithereanylonger.” Withthattheweather-cockbrokeoff；
buthedidnotkilltheyardcock，althoughthehenssaidthathadbeenhisintention.Andwhatisthemoral “Bettertocrowthantobepuffedupandbreakoff” 有两只公鸡，一只在垃圾堆上，一只在屋顶上，两只都很自高自大。可是谁更有能耐呢请告诉我们你的意见然而，我们保留着我们的意见。
鸡场那边有一道木栅栏，与另一个院子隔开。那个院子里有一个垃圾堆，垃圾堆上长了一条很大的黄瓜。她自己很明白，她是发酵土里长出来的东西。“这是生就的”她内心这样说着。“并不是甚么东西都可以生成黄瓜的，世上也应该有别的有生命的物种鸡、鸭，还有邻舍院子里那一群，也都是生灵。我这会儿看见木栏上有公鸡，和高高在上连咯咯叫都不会更不用说喔喔啼的风信公鸡比，他的确另有一番意义那风信公鸡既没有母鸡，也没有小鸡。他只想着自己，满身铜绿不行，家养的公鸡，那才算得上是公鸡瞧他迈步的那个样子，那是跳舞听他打鸣，那是音乐他所到之处，人们就明白甚么是小号手若是他跑到这里来，若是他把我连叶带桿一起吃掉，若是我进了他的身子里，那真是幸福的死”黄瓜这么说道。
夜里天气坏得可怕极了，母鸡、小鸡