MISTER FOX
IT was late in the evening as Puss, Junior, entered a gloomy forest. It was very dark beneath the big, tall trees, so by and by he stopped and looked about him, when all of a sudden—
"A fox went out in a hungry plight,
And he begged of the moon to give him light,
For he'd many miles to trot that night."
Well, as soon as the Fox had finished asking Lady Moon to show him the way Puss cried out:
"Oh, Mr. Fox, take me with you, for I'm lost in this forest." But goodness me! the Fox was so frightened at the sound of Puss, Junior's, voice that he jumped behind a tree.
"Who speaks to me?" he asked, faintly.
"Puss in Boots, Junior."
"Ah," replied the Fox, coming out from his hiding place, "now I'm not afraid. At first I thought you were a farmer; farmers don't like me!"
"Why should they?" asked Puss. "You steal their ducks and chickens."