"Thank you," said Puss, turning his horse's head down the road to the left. "I will take the left road because it is the right road!"
"Ha, ha!" brayed the donkey, "that's a good joke for a cat. May you have a pleasant journey!"
"Lift your ears and blow your horn; the sheep's in the meadow, the cows' in the corn!" cried Puss, gaily. "Although the morn is awake, I fear Boy Blue is still asleep."
And with these words our small hero cantered down the road and out of sight.
PUSS MEETS A HAPPY FARMER BUT MISSES A GOOD MEAL
TOWARD noon of a fine day Puss, Jr., halted his good gray horse near a meadow. Standing near the fence, sharpening his scythe, stood a young farmer. His wide straw hat kept off the sun and his loose shirt and open collar let in the breeze which was blowing across the green grass.
"Warm day," said Puss, as he drew rein.
"Well," replied the farmer, "it's not so bad. I don't feel it." And he commenced to sing:
"My maid Mary she minds the dairy,
While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn,
Gaily run the reel and the little spinning-wheel,
Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn."