Then a wonderful thing happened. The tabby kitten changed into the
little yellow man who had laughed at the Griffin. He grew, and
grew, and in a few minutes he was a handsome prince. His name was
Prince Orange Plushikins. One day a cruel witch whom he had
offended had changed him into an ugly yellow man, and had sworn
that he should only regain his shape if he was eaten by a Griffin
when under the form of a tabby kitten; which you know was precisely
what happened. Well, Prince Orange Plushikins at once asked the
Princess flea to marry him, and the minute the flea said "Yes," the
Princess reappeared. She and the Prince were married next morning;
and all the cats went to the steam laundry and were washed and
bleached and had their tails crimped and their whiskers starched;
and they danced at the wedding, and everybody lived happily ever
after.
The Discontented Daffodils.
They had the very loveliest home you can imagine, with beautiful
soft moss and grass to grow in, trees to form a cosy shelter from
the wind, and a dear little babbling stream to water them.
There were lots of daffodils in this pretty place, and nobody ever
discovered the nook to gather them. They rejoiced in the spring
sunshine and gentle breezes, the greeting of the birds, and the
musical chatter of the brook; then when their brief visit to the
upper world was over they nestled happily down in their warm mossy
beds and slept till April came again to wake them.
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