"I only hope he is not a royal mouser," replied Mr. Mouse, "and I think, now that we have seen all we have, we had better return, for who knows when he may awake?"
So they scampered off, leaving Puss, Jr., still sound asleep.
PUSS, JR., MEETS THREE JOLLY WELSHMEN AND THE QUEEN OF HEARTS
AS Puss, Jr., staff in hand, wandered down the green hills to the lowlands, he came to a sandy beach, and there stood three jolly Welshmen looking toward the sea:
One said it was a ship,
The other he said "Nay,"
The third one said it was a house
With the chimney blown away.
"It's nothing of the sort," cried Puss, Jr., jumping nimbly about, "it's nothing of the sort."
"Perhaps it's a submarine," suggested one of the three jolly Welshmen, walking over to inspect the little craft.
"Wrong again," tooted a little owl who was perched upon a tree close by.
"It looks like a cheese," suggested the smallest of the three jolly Welshmen.