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<h2>THE ROBBER FAIRIES</h2>
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"COCKS crow in the morn<br/>
<span style="margin-left: .5em;">To tell us to rise,</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And he who lies late</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Will never be wise;</span><br/>
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"For early to bed<br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And early to rise</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Is the way to be healthy</span><br/>
<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And wealthy and wise."</span><br/></div>
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<p>"Well, I haven't been to bed at all," said
Puss. "I was held up in the forest."</p>
<p>"What!" exclaimed the innkeeper. "I had
no idea there were robbers about."</p>
<p>"There were no robbers, my good host," said
Puss. "You would hardly believe me if I were
to relate what actually happened."</p>
<p>"Tell me," said the innkeeper, "while I fry
the bacon."</p>
<p>So Puss explained how the fairies had made
him captive, although he feared that the good
man would doubt the truth of the story. But,
instead, the innkeeper said:</p>
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<p>"'Tis not the first time, my good Sir Cat,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</SPAN></span>
that I have heard of travelers being held up in
yonder woods by the fairies. Indeed, they take
a mischievous pleasure in waylaying us mortals
after sundown."</p>
<p>"Indeed!" said Puss. "Hereafter I shall take
great pains to avoid the forest after dark. I had
a narrow escape."</p>
<p>Well, pretty soon the innkeeper placed the food
upon the table and he and Puss sat down to eat.
But, oh, dear me! they had hardly commenced
when they heard a great commotion in the barnyard.
Puss rushed to the door just in time to see
his Good Gray Horse gallop out of the stable
yard with more than a hundred fairies on his
back, who drove sharp little thorns into his sides
and blew tiny horns in his ears.</p>
<p>"Whoa!" screamed Puss, rushing out-of-doors.
The Good Gray Horse, terrified by the cries of
the fairies as well as excited by the stings and
blows, paid no attention to the voice of his small
master, but dashed out upon the highway, and
in a few minutes disappeared down the hill.</p>
<p>"What shall I do?" cried Puss, in dismay.</p>
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