a
little something to make them droopy-like was what I had reference to.
But as you say, maybe it ain't quite fair on the animals. But they'll
get sick anyway, because the old women always give 'em too much to eat.
And look, all the farmers 'round about who had lame horses and weak
lambs--they'd come. Be an animal-doctor."

When the Cat's-meat-Man had gone the parrot flew off the window on to
the Doctor's table and said,

"That man's got sense. That's what you ought to do. Be an
animal-doctor. Give the silly people up--if they haven't brains enough
to see you're the best doctor in the world. Take care of animals
instead--THEY'll soon find it out. Be an animal-doctor."

"Oh, there are plenty of animal-doctors," said John Dolittle, putting
the flower-pots outside on the window-sill to get the rain.

"Yes, there ARE plenty," said Polynesia. "But none of them are any
good at all. Now listen, Doctor, and I'll tell you something. Did you
know that animals can talk?"

"I knew that parrots can talk," said the Doctor.

"Oh, we parrots can talk in two languages--people's language and
bird-language," said Polynesia proudly. "If I say, 'Polly wants a
cracker,' you understand me. But hear this: Ka-ka oi-ee, fee-fee?"

"Good Gracious!" cried the Doctor. "What does that mean?"

"That means, 'Is the porridge hot yet?'--in bird-language."

"My! You don't say so!" said the Doctor. "You never talked that way to
me before."

"What would have been the good?" said Polynesia, dusting some
cracker-crumbs off her left wing. "You wouldn't have understood me if
I had."

"Tell me some more," said the Doctor, all excited; and he rushed over
to the dresser-drawer and came back with the butcher's book and a
pencil. "Now don't go too fast--and I'll write it down. This is
interesting--very interesting--something quite new. Give me the Birds'
A.B.C. first--slowly now."

So that was the way the Doctor came to know that animals had a language
of their own and could talk to one another. And all that afternoon,
while it was raining, Polynesia sat on the kitchen table giving him
bird words to put down in the book.

At tea-time, when the dog, Jip, came in, the parrot said to the Doctor,
"See, HE'S talking to you."

"Looks to me as though he were scratching his ear," said the Doctor.

"But animals don't always speak with their mouths," said the parrot in
a high voice, raising her eyebrows. "They talk with their ears, with