Some day my wishes will come true.”
The King said,
“If we try to like our work,
Then I’m sure we’ll never shirk.”
The King and Queen looked out at the evening sky, and they knew the Little Old Man of the Fire was at work, for they saw a very beautiful sunset.
The story was ended.
Uncle Mouser rocked to and fro.
Old Mother Kit-Cat said, as her needles flew to and fro, “That does not sound like a true story to me, it sounds to my old ears like a Fairy Tale.”
Uncle Mouser replied, “I can only tell the story as Aunt Tabby told it to me.”