There was great suspense and quiet while the Judge was being chosen.
Although Dot had eaten the berries of understanding, it was generally
considered that, to be quite fair, the judge must be able to understand
human talk; and, amidst much clapping of wings, a large white Cockatoo was
appointed.
The Cockatoo lost no time in clambering "into position" on the stump near
Dot. "You're quite sure you understand human talk?" said the little
Wallaby to the Cockatoo. It was the first remark he had made, for he had
been quite bewildered by all the noise and fuss.
"My word! yes," replied the Cockatoo, who had been taught in a public
refreshment room. Then, thinking that he would give a display of his
learning, he elevated his sulphur crest and gabbled off, "Go to Jericho!
Twenty to one on the favourite! I'm your man! Now then, ma'am; hurry up,
don't keep the coach awaiting! Give 'um their 'eds, Bill! So long!
Ta-ra-ra, boom-di-ay! God save the Queen!"
All the creatures present looked gravely at Dot, to see what effect this
harangue in her own language would have upon her, and were somewhat
surprised to see her holding her little sides, and rolling about with
laughter.
The Cockatoo was quite annoyed at Dot's amusement. He fluffed out all his
feathers, and let off a scream that could have been heard a quarter of a
mile away.
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