By and by he heard a little bird singing:
"Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
Up went pussy cat, and down went he;
Down came pussy cat, away robin ran;
Said Little Robin Redbreast, 'Catch me if you can!'
Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall,
Pussy cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall;
Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say?
Pussy cat said, 'Mew,' and Robin flew away."
"What are you trying to do?" asked Puss, Junior, stopping under the tree and looking up at the pussy cat.
"I'm not trying to do anything," replied the pussy cat, crossly. "I was wishing I had wings."
"They'd be very convenient at times," said Puss, with a grin.
"Indeed they would," answered the pussy cat. "I'd rather have them than red-topped boots."
"Perhaps," answered Puss. "But I have found my boots most helpful. Do you know," he continued, "if people would be a little more contented with what they have I think they'd get more."
The pussy cat looked ashamed of herself. "What you say is very true. I suppose I ought to be thankful that I have such strong claws. It's not hard work climbing trees, and as for running, my legs carry me very well. Perhaps I don't need wings, after all."
"Well, I never saw a flying cat," admitted Puss, Junior, "although I've seen some remarkable things since I started out to find my father, Puss in Boots."