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KISA THE CAT
morning dawned, it was no cat that lay upon the bed, but a beautiful princess.
'My mother and I were both enchanted by a spiteful fairy,' said she, 'and we could not free ourselves till we had done some kindly deed that had never been wrought before. My mother died without ever finding a chance of doing anything new, but I took advantage of the evil act of the giant to make you as whole as ever.'
Then they were all more delighted than before, and the princess lived in the court until she, too, married, and went away to govern one of her own.
[Adapted from Neuislandischen Volksmärchen]
