The Buzzard, meanwhile, is busied in building up a fire with sticks, and abruptly names any hour, when the question and answer are repeated for each child of the ring, until twelve o'clock, thus-- "Half-past ten." "What o'clock is it, old buzzard?" "Half-past eleven." "What o'clock is it, old buzzard?" "Twelve o'clock." The ring now halts, and the dialogue proceeds: "Old buzzard, old buzzard, what are you doing?" "Picking up sticks." "What do you want the sticks for?" "To build a fire." "What are you building a fire for?" "To broil a chicken." "Where are you going to get the chicken?" "Out of your flock." The Buzzard gives chase and captures a child. He brings him back, lays him down, and proceeds to dress him for dinner. All the rest stand round in admiring silence. The Buzzard asks, "Will you be picked or scraped?" According to the choice he proceeds as if picking the feathers of a bird or scaling a fish, and continues, with appropriate action, "Will you be pickled or salted?" "Will you be roasted or stewed?" He drags the victim into one or another corner of the room, according to the reply, and the game proceeds as before.[97] _New England._ In the Southern States a witch takes the place of the bird of prey, and the rhyme is, "Chickamy, chickamy, crany, crow, I went to the well to wash my toe, And when I came back my chicken was gone; What o'clock, old witch?" The witch names any hour, and questions and answers are repeated as before, up to twelve: "What are you doing, old witch?" "I am making a fire to cook a chicken." "Where are you going to get it?" "Out of your coop." "I've got the lock." "I've got the key." "Well, we'll see who will have it." The witch tries to get past the hen, and seize the last of the line; the mother, spreading out her arms, bars the passage. The witch cries, "I must have a chick." "You sha'n't have a chick." Each child caught drops out, and as the line grows shorter the struggle becomes desperate. _Georgia._ This latter way of playing is the older form of the game, and is also familiar, though without words, in the North, where it is known as "Fox and Chickens." This game is one of the most widely diffused, and the dialogue is marvellously identical, from Russia to Italy. In Schleswig-Holstein the conversation runs thus: "Hawk, what are you lighting?" "A fire." "What is the fire for?" "To make ashes." "What are the ashes for?" "To sharpen a knife." "What is the knife for?" "To cut off chickens' heads." "What have the chickens done?" "Gone into my master's corn."