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Puss in Boots, Jr., and the Good Gray Horse

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ran up the path to tell mother all about it[69]. <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>LITTLE JENNY WREN</h2> <div class='poem'><div class='cap'> AS little Jenny Wren, Was sitting by her shed She waggled with her tail, She nodded with her head. She waggled with her tail And nodded with her head, As little Jennie Wren Was sitting by her shed. </div> </div> "May I put up my Good Gray Horse for the night?" asked Puss, Junior. "You may, my good Sir Cat," replied the little bird. "Hay you will find for his supper, and straw for his bedding." So Puss, Junior, jumped down and led his steed inside the big red barn and, after tying him in the stall, he looked around for a pitchfork. "What are you looking for?" asked little Jenny Wren. "A pitchfork, my dear," announced Puss. "I must spread straw for my horse so that he may rest comfortably, and bring in some hay from the mow for his supper. My paws will not do, so I must ask you where I may find the pitchfork." "Here it is, my good Sir Cat. Now let me see you use it," answered little Jenny Wren,[70] flying over to the opposite side of the shed and lighting on the handle of a large hay fork. "Now, my little Lady Wren," cried Puss, after spreading the straw about the stall until he had a fine bed for the horse, "show me, if you please, the haymow, for I must give him some hay." "I will show you the oats bin, also," said the Wren, "and here is the measure. You must lift this little wooden slide, but see that you don't spill the grain on the floor." Lifting the slide ever so little, Puss held the measure carefully under the wooden trough until it was filled. Then he carried it over to his horse, who neighed twice, as much as to say, "Thank you." "And now," said Jenny Wren, "what about yourself, my Lord Cat?" "Lord Cat!" laughed Puss. "Do lords tend their own steeds? I fear the word Sir is even out of place." "Never mind," said little Jenny Wren, "you have the manners of a gentleman, and that is enough for me." "Thank you," said Puss. "Come, follow me," cried Jenny Wren, and she led Puss into a pretty little cottage close by. "Hang up your cap and place your stick behind the door, and then wash your hands in my room. By that time I shall have supper ready for you." <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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