The seven young Parrots had not gone far, when they saw a tree with a single Сherry on it, which the oldest Parrot picked instantly; but the other six, being extremely hungry, tried to get it also. On which all the seven began to fight; and they scuffled,

and huffled,

   and ruffled,

      and shuffled,

         and puffled,

            and muffled,

               and buffled,

                  and duffled,

                     and fluffled,

                        and guffled,

                           and bruffled,

and screamed, and shrieked, and squealed, and squeaked, and clawed, and snapped, and bit, and bumped, and thumped, and dumped, and flumped each other, till they were all torn into little bits; and at last there was nothing left to record this painful incident except the Сherry and seven small green feathers.

And that was the vicious and voluble end of the seven young Parrots.