A critic is a hen who cackles when another lays an egg.

You cackled.

She grinned toothlessly and, after a cackle, spoke, "Now your third wish. What will it be?"

The cackles of hens always make me laugh.

She cackled at the poor man. "So it is that you have one wish left."

The emperor cackled maniacally.

Never cackle till your egg is laid.