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That night before the goose came in, Crafticus thought and thought how he could get rid of Stupidify. At last he rose up and sniffed through the dried grass in search of Furrier, the black cat.
Furrier was asleep; but Crafticus nipped his left ear gently, and he awoke with a yawn and stretched out his claws.
"What do you want?" said he, looking up.
"I wish you to help me to get rid of that hateful goose, dear Furrier."
"I am afraid of the king," replied the cat.
"You needn't, you will be quite safe. I have a cunning plan, but I need your help, and I will reward you well."
