Next Tiny alights on a terrace in a garden, where she sees a pretty
white cat. Tiny calls, "Puss, puss!" when immediately out pops from
among some cabbages a pert young hare. "Did you call?" he inquires.
"You!" says the cat contemptuously, "are you Puss?" "Yes, indeed, I am
called Puss by a great many people." "Why, where is your tail, if you
are a cat?" "Tail! pooh! what does a tail matter? Look at my fine long
ears!"
"Just like the others," thinks Tiny, as she flies away; "always
quarrelling; and always praising themselves."
[Illustration: Ostrich and toucan]