The field of large green leaves was not so bad to cross.
Still it was not nice to be out of sight the whole time, and only to know where the other was by calling out every now and then.
They could not run so fast as on the road, and though they did stop many times to rest, it was hard work for Mew-Mew.
She was short of breath, as you know. But, worse than that, her paws had become so large that she could only just get along.
"Oh, dear me!" she said, "what can have made my paws swell in this way, and what makes them so full of pain?"
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PUSS FALLS LAME
Mew-Mew went on but a little way. She then could not even limp along any more.
"Well, I did think you could run better than this," said Bow-Wow, not in a very sweet temper, when he saw her lie down.