"Perhaps you have a pair on hand that will fit me," said Puss, gazing about the tiny shop.
"I will see," replied the cobbler.
"I am in haste," said Puss, as the cobbler looked over his stock. "I am in haste, for I have yet a long journey before me, and cannot delay. I am in search of my illustrious father, Puss in Boots."
"What!" cried the cobbler. "I once made a pair of boots for a cat. Could it have been the noble Puss in Boots?"
"Tell me where he lives," cried Puss, much excited.
"Ah," replied the cobbler, "that I do not know, for it is many years ago since I made the boots. But here is a pair I think will fit you."
"I would rather that you had told me where my father lives," said little Puss, Junior, "than to have found a pair of boots."
"They are certainly a fine fit," said the cobbler, gazing with admiration at Puss, Junior's, feet.
"Yes," answered Puss, "and here is the money. Good-by," and off rode our little hero, still in search of his father, the famous Puss in Boots.