expecting to find a rabbit or a squirrel. Before Puss had gone much
farther, the funny little huntsman paused under a large tree, from a
hole in which an old owl looked out, winking and blinking his eyes.
There was an owl lived in an oak,
Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle;
And all the words he ever spoke
Were Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle.
A sportsman chanced to come that way,
Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle;
Said he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird!"
So Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle.
"Bow-wow!" yelped the little dog, suddenly catching sight of the old
owl.
"There now, you've gone and done it!" cried the funny little hunter, as
the owl quickly drew in his head. "You're a fine hunting-dog, you are!"
The little dog hung his tail and walked away. In another moment, on
catching sight of Puss on his big gray horse, he set up another wild
barking.
"What's the matter now?" inquired the little huntsman. "Oh, it's you, is
it?" he exclaimed, suddenly seeing Puss.
"Your little dog is a better watchman than a hunter," said Puss, with a
grin; "that is, he's a good old scout."
"Well, I'm glad to find out he's good for something," said the little
hunter, "for he made me just now lose a good shot at an old owl that has
been hooting and tooting around my house for many nights. I would have
liked to put an arrow through his old head."
"You would, eh?" screamed the owl, suddenly poking his head through the
hole. "Let me tell you, my good sir, that I have caught more rats and
mice in your old barn than your cat has. Is this the way that you repay
a useful friend like me?"
The little hunter dropped his bow. "I never thought of that," he said,
apologetically.
"Well, next time think before you shoot," cried the owl; "it may save
you many a miss!"
PUSS GOES ON A SHOPPING TRIP TO MAKE A LITTLE MAID HAPPY
"The rose is red, the violet blue;
The gillyflower's sweet, and so are you.
These are the words you bade me say
For a pair of new gloves on Easter Day."
Puss, Jr., looked down from his horse at a little girl who was swinging
on the front gate. He pulled up his good gray horse:
"A pair of new gloves on Easter Day? Is that what you want the most?"
"Yes, indeed," cried the little girl. "I've got a new bonnet with red
ribbons on it, and also a gown of yellow and brown; a pair of silk hose
of the color of rose, and a lovely new pin with a big diamond in. A
parasol, too, of purple and blue."
"Wait a minute," said Puss, "you talk so fast, and your words all rhyme,
and you've got so many things, of so many different colors that--that I
really don't remember whether you said you had a pair of gloves, after
all."
"No, my dear pussy-cat," said the little maid, with a pout. "I have new
shoes, and new _everything_ but gloves. Now won't you bring me a pair
for Easter Day?"
"Where shall I buy them?" asked Puss. "I don't see any shops about, and
if I must go all the way to London for them you'll never receive them in
time for this Easter."
"Not far from here," cried the little maid, "is a tiny shop where they
make beautiful gloves. Take the first road to your right and then turn
to your left, and then turn to your right, and then you'll see it."
"Whew! Mew!" cried Puss. "Well, here goes. I'll do the best I can, but
if I do not return you will know that I turned to the left when I should
have turned to the right, and then that I turned to the right when I
should have turned to the left, and so got all mixed up and never found
the tiny shop where the beautiful gloves are made." This was a long
sentence for Puss, but he was learning how to make conversation after
the manner of little girls!
But his good gray horse must have remembered the directions, for he
landed his small master safe at the glove-shop. Puss, Jr., bought a
lovely pair of gloves and remounted his horse. Soon he was back again in
front of the little gate where a short half-hour before the little girl
had been swinging back and forth. She had disappeared, but he heard her
singing.
"Where are the gloves for Easter Day?" she cried, running out of the
door of the cottage.
"Here they are, my pretty one," said Puss.
"The rose is red, the violet blue;
The gillyflower's sweet, and so are you,"
sang the little girl as she tried them on.
"These are the words you bade me say
For a pair of new gloves on Easter Day,
"Aren't they, dear Puss, Junior?" she said, with a smile, looking up at
him.
PUSS CONVERSES WITH AN INTELLIGENT GRAY DONKEY
"Donkey, donkey, old and gray,
Ope your mouth and gently bray,
Lift your ears and blow your horn
To wake the world this sleepy morn,"
called Puss, Jr., who always remembered his _Mother Goose_ rhymes
perfectly.
The donkey paused in his grazing and looked up. "This sleepy morn," he
repeated. "I don't call this a 'sleepy morn.' I should say it was very
wide awake."
"I guess it is," admitted Puss, "but, you see, I was only saying a
little rhyme from _Mother Goose_."
"Well, I don't see how it applies to the present situation at all,"
replied the donkey, in a rather ungracious manner. "The only thing you
have right is the donkey part."
Puss felt rather crestfallen. To be corrected by a donkey, generally
considered one of the stupidest of animals, was not at all to his
liking. Puss evidently forgot for the moment that all _Mother Goose_
animals are very intelligent, for otherwise how would they have been
celebrated in rhyme? But, like a wise cat, he took the rebuke meekly and
said nothing.
"Well," said the donkey, after a pause, "can I do anything else for you,
Sir Cat? Granting that it is too late to wake the morn, there may be
other requests with which I will gladly comply."
"Gracious me!" thought Puss to himself, "he uses big words."
The donkey cocked up both ears as if awaiting Puss, Jr.'s, reply.
"Which is the shorter road across Mother Goose Land?" inquired Puss.
"I don't know the exact number of miles," replied the donkey,
thoughtfully, "but the road to your left is the shorter. The one to your
right leads to the seashore. Gingerbread Bridge is at the ending."
"What!" exclaimed Puss, Jr. "Why, you don't say so!"
"What do you know about Gingerbread Bridge?" asked the donkey.
"I crossed it once, and not so very long ago, either," replied Puss.
"Then you certainly don't want to take Gingerbread Road," replied the
donkey, "so it is not hard to choose which way to go."
"Thank you," said Puss, turning his horse's head down the road to the
left. "I will take the left road because it is the right road!"
"Ha, ha!" brayed the donkey, "that's a good joke for a cat. May you have
a pleasant journey!"
"Lift your ears and blow your horn; the sheep's in the meadow, the cows'
in the corn!" cried Puss, gaily. "Although the morn is awake, I fear Boy
Blue is still asleep."
And with these words our small hero cantered down the road and out of
sight.
PUSS MEETS A HAPPY FARMER BUT MISSES A GOOD MEAL
Toward noon of a fine day Puss, Jr., halted his good gray horse near a
meadow. Standing near the fence, sharpening his scythe, stood a young
farmer. His wide straw hat kept off the sun and his loose shirt and open
collar let in the breeze which was blowing across the green grass.
"Warm day," said Puss, as he drew rein.
"Well," replied the farmer, "it's not so bad. I don't feel it." And he
commenced to sing:
"My maid Mary she minds the dairy,
While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn,
Gaily run the reel and the little spinning-wheel,
Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn."
"Are farmers always so happy?" asked Puss when the man stopped singing.
The farmer smiled and said: "My good sir, when one is blessed with a
fine wife and a good farm he can beat a canary-bird at singing."
"You don't say so!" said Puss, Jr. "But suppose one has neither, what
should such an unlucky one do?"
"Don't ask me," said the farmer, setting to work again. "I'm a simple
man, and what is happiness for me might not be for another."
As he swung his scythe back and forth the tall grass fell in graceful
rows and the sweet scent of the new-mown hay was everywhere. Suddenly
Puss saw a field-mouse scampering over the ground. This was too much for
Puss. He had eaten nothing since breakfast, and he had not had a mouse
to eat for so long that he had almost forgotten how mice tasted. Jumping
down from his good gray horse, he gave chase.
"Go it, Sir Cat!" cried the farmer. "Don't lose him."
Puss needed no words of encouragement. He longed for a good run, and his
mouth fairly watered at the idea of a nice fat little mouse for lunch.
But the field-mouse saw him coming and wasted no time. Away he went,
hopping over the grass and looking wildly about for a place in which to
hide. A trunk of a fallen tree at no great distance attracted his
attention, and with a final burst of speed he reached it and crawled
into a hole before Puss had the opportunity to seize him by the tail.
"Oh, pshaw!" cried Puss, sitting down on the log. "I surely thought I
had him."
"You did, eh?" squeaked the little mouse, peering out of his hole and
laughing at poor Puss. "I prefer to be inside this log rather than
inside even so famous a character as Puss in Boots, Junior."
"How do you know my name?" asked Puss, surprised at what he heard.
"Why, I'm one of the three blind mice whose tails the farmer's wife cut
off," said the mouse.
"I thought there was very little tail to you," said Puss, "or else you
went into the hole so fast that it made your tail look very short, for I
couldn't even get a little hold on it."
"Well, having my tail clipped did me some good," said the mouse.
PUSS HELPS A STRANGER CATCH A RUNAWAY PIG
"To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done."
A funny little man came dancing down the road. Before him he drove a fat
pig, which squeaked and grunted loudly. To one of its hind legs was
fastened a rope, the other end of which the funny little man held
tightly in his hand.
"To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig."
sang the little old man. "How do you like my piggety pig?" he asked,
looking up at Puss, Jr., who had stopped his good gray horse to watch
the funny sight.
"He looks like a fine pig," replied Puss.
[Illustration: "TO MARKET, TO MARKET, TO BUY A FAT PIG"]
"Whoa, there, piggety pig!" cried the old man as the pig began to
struggle to get away.
"Look out!" cried Puss. But the warning came too late. The pig had
wriggled his foot out of the noose and went racing down the road.
"Take me up behind you!" cried the little old man. "Then let us follow
and catch him."
"Jump up! Quick about it!" cried Puss, Jr.
In a moment the little old man was on the good gray horse, who
immediately set off at a gallop to overtake the piggety pig. It was a
long race, for he had a good head start and terror lent wings to his
feet.
"Git up!" cried Puss, digging his heels into the sides of the good gray
horse. "Git up! Don't you see the pig is getting away from us?"
"Neigh, neigh!" cried the good gray horse as he gave a spring forward.
"Then go faster!" screamed the little old man.
"Gid ap!" yelled Puss, Jr. At this the horse with leaps and bounds came
closer and closer to the fleeing pig.
"I've got the rope!" cried the little old man.
"Make a big noose at one end," said Puss, "and as we draw near throw it
over his head."
"That I will," answered the little old man. "When I was young I was a
cowboy. I hope I've not forgotten how to swing a lariat."
As good luck would have it, he had not. All at once the little old man
swung the rope in the air and the noose fell over the pig's head.
"I've got him! I've got him!" cried the old man, and Puss, Jr., pulled
in his horse. The race was over and the old man, jumping down to the
ground, thanked Puss again and again for his assistance.
PUSS HELPS A LITTLE BOY WHO IS IN TROUBLE
The town of Banbury Cross was very pretty, situated at the corner of two
cross-roads, close to a sparkling river over which ran a bridge. As
Puss, Jr., on his good gray horse, whose feet went rackety-rackety,
rackety-tak over the broad planking, drew rein at the farther end a
small boy, who stood by the side of a pretty little pony, began to sing:
"I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple-gray,
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now,
For all the lady's hire."
"Neither would I," said Puss.
The little boy opened his eyes very wide. They were blue as the skies
overhead and were full of tears. "She whipped him, she lashed him,"
continued the boy. "I'll never again lend my pony to anybody."
"I wouldn't lend my good gray horse," said Puss, "for one never knows
whether a person is kind to animals or not."
"I never thought a lady would hurt my pony," sobbed the boy. "Just look
at him. He's all covered with mud."
"So he is," said Puss, consolingly; "but never mind. A good washing will
fix him up."
"But my father will be angry," said the boy. "He doesn't like to wash my
pony, and I'm too little."
"Let's take your pony down to the riverbank," Puss suggested. "We'll
find a shallow spot and wash him off. Perhaps we can ride him a little
way into the water; that would help." Tying his good gray horse to a
post near by, Puss led the pony down the bank to the river, the little
boy following.
"Do you want to ride him in," asked Puss, "or shall I?"
"You do it," said the little boy. "I'm afraid."
So Puss jumped on the pony's back and gently urged him into the river.
After going out some distance he stopped, for the water was almost up to
his boots. "I guess I can wash him now," cried Puss, and, leaning over,
first on one side and then on the other, he splashed up the water and
scrubbed off the mud and dirt until the pony was as clean as a whistle.
"Now," exclaimed Puss, "he looks like himself again." The pony seemed
quite relieved also, for after gaining the bank he neighed and kicked up
his heels in a delighted manner.
"He looks better than ever," said the little boy. "He was really quite
dusty before I lent him to the lady."
"Yes, he's in fine shape," said Puss. "I must now leave you, for I am on
a long journey."
"Thank you," said the boy. "A pleasant journey to you, my good Sir Cat."
* * * * *
How our little hero, Puss in Boots, Jr., at last finds his famous
father, Puss in Boots, at the castle of my Lord of Carabas, will be told
in _Further Adventures of Puss in Boots, Jr._
THE END
[Illustration]
_Little Tom Thumb with his tiny spear
Follows Puss Boots both far and near.
Did you ever see such a brave little cat,
With a shiny sword and a feathered hat?_
[Illustration]
_"Faster, faster, Good Gray Horse,
Hasten swiftly on your course,
'Till I see the stately towers
Where my father spends his hours."_
[Illustration]
_"Grandmother Goose your trusty broom
Makes spick and span each cottage room,"
Said little Puss Boots, doffing his hat,
For he was a most polite little cat._
[Illustration]
_This funny gnome is puzzled quite
Why little Puss Junior is so polite.
But Puss has manners very grand
I would have everyone understand._
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