and went down-stream with them. They met some of the ducklings on the way and she patted them to death with her paws. How the big ducks quacked!"
"That is a good story," quoth the princess.
She went into the garden and, seeing one of the gardeners, said: "What about the cat?"
"It is frisking somewhere under the cherry tree, but you would not know it if you saw it," replied the gardener.
"Why?" asked the princess.
"Because, Your Highness, I gave it a strong worm porridge for its dinner, and as soon as it ate it, its white fur coat became a glossy green, striped with black. It looks like a giant caterpillar, and all the little caterpillars are going to hold a festival tonight in its honor."
"Deary me! What a great cat!" exclaimed the princess.
A little further on she met one of the chamberlains of the palace. "What about the cat?" she asked.
"It is dancing in the ballroom in a dress of elegant cobwebs and a necklace of pearl rice. For partner, she has the yellow dragon in the hall, come to life, and they take such pretty steps together that all who behold them shriek in ecstasy. Three little mice hold up
