A weary and way-worn little bird was Prince Ricardo when he fluttered into the royal study window, in the palace of Pantouflia. The king was out at a council meeting; knowing that Ricardo had the right things, all in good order, he was not in the least anxious about him. The king was out, but Semiramis was in—Semiramis, the great grey cat, sitting on a big book on the top of the library steps. Now Semiramis was very fond
of birds, and no sooner did Ricardo enter and flutter on to a table than Semiramis gathered herself together and made one fell spring at him. She just caught his tail feather. In all his adventures the prince had never been in greater danger. He escaped, but no more, and went flying round the ceiling, looking for a safe place. Finally he perched on a chandelier that hung from the roof. Here he was safe; and so weary was he, that he put his head under his wing and fell fast asleep. He was awakened by the return of the king, who threw himself on a sofa and exclaimed:
“Oh, that Prime Minister! his dulness is as heavy as lead; much heavier, in fact!”
Then his Majesty lit a cigar and took up a volume; he certainly was a sad bookworm.
Dick now began to fly about the room, brushing the king’s face and trying to attract his notice.
“Poor little thing!” said his Majesty.
And Dick alighted, and nestled in his breast.
On seeing this, Semiramis began to growl, as cats do when they are angry, and slowly approached his Majesty.
“Get out, Semiramis!” said the king; and lifting her by the neck, he put her out of the room and shut the door, at which she remained scratching and mewing.