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246 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1978
The Hens huddled, and the Rooster crowed his canonical crows with particular care and assurance, for his soul knew well where the sun was, though the sun was hidden and never showed itself: Chauntecleer's crowing had become both sunlight and certitude for his animals; it made for them the day they never saw. It pointed placement for all their scattered and shredded feelings. And it brought them through in good order.
Yet, in the lovely clothing of this ballad, Pertelote told them what she knew of the danger which was approaching. She told them of the serpents which crawled and killed. But because such knowledge came to them in a song, the animals felt equal to this evil, and they did not panic.