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“Let me look at your claws,” said the Fairy.

So the Lark lifted up one of his feet, which he had kept hidden in the long grass, lest any one should see it.

“It looks certainly very fierce,” said the Fairy. “Your hind claw is at least an inch long, and all your toes have very dangerous-looking points. Are, you sure you never use them to fight with?”

“No, never!” said the Lark, earnestly; “I never fought a battle in my life; but yet these claws grow longer and longer, and I am so ashamed of their being seen that I very often lie in the grass instead of going up to sing, as I could wish.”

“I think, if I were you, I would pull them off,” said the Fairy.

“That is easier said than done,” answered the poor Lark. “I have often got them entangled in the grass, and I scrape them against the hard clods; but it is of no use, you cannot think how fast they stick.”

“Well, I am sorry for you,” observed the Fairy; “but at the same time I cannot but see that, in spite of what you say, you must be a quarrelsome bird, or you would not have such long spurs.”

“That is just what I am always afraid people will say,” sighed the Lark.

“For,” proceeded the Fairy, “nothing is given us to be of no use. You would not have wings unless you were to fly, nor a voice unless you were to sing; and so you would not have those dreadful spurs unless you were going to fight. If your spurs are not to fight with,” continued the unkind Fairy, “I should like to know what they are for?”

“I am sure I don’t know,” said the Lark, lifting up his foot and looking at it. “Then you are not inclined to help me at all, Fairy? I thought you might be willing to mention among my friends that I am not a quarrelsome bird, and that I should always take care not to hurt my wife and nestlings with my spurs.”

“Appearances are very much against you,” answered the Fairy; “and it is quite plain to me that those spurs are meant to scratch with. No, I cannot help you. Good morning.”

So the Fairy withdrew to her oak bough, and the poor Lark sat moping in the grass while the Fairy watched him. “After all,” she thought, “I am sorry he is such a quarrelsome fellow, for that he is such is fully proved by those long spurs.”

While she was so thinking, the Grasshopper came chirping up to the Lark, and tried to comfort him.

“I have heard all that the Fairy said to you,” he observed, “and I really do not see that it need make you unhappy. I have known you some time, and have never seen you fight or look out of temper; therefore I will spread a report that you are a very good-tempered bird, and that you are looking out for a wife.”

The Lark upon this thanked the Grasshopper warmly.

“At the same time,” remarked the Grasshopper, “I should be glad if you could tell me what is the use of those claws, because the question might be asked me, and I should not know what to answer.”

“Grasshopper,” replied the Lark, “I cannot imagine what they are for–that is the real truth.”

“Well,” said the kind Grasshopper, “perhaps time will show.”

So he went away, and the Lark, delighted with his promise to speak well of him, flew up into the air, and the higher he went the sweeter and the louder he sang. He was so happy, and he poured forth such delightful notes, so clear and thrilling, that the little ants who were carrying grains to their burrow stopped and put down their burdens to listen; and the doves ceased cooing, and the little field-mice came and sat in the openings of their holes; and the Fairy, who had just begun to doze, woke up delighted; and a pretty brown Lark, who had been sitting under some great foxglove leaves, peeped out and exclaimed, “I never heard such a beautiful song in my life–never!”