THE FOX AND THE CAT.

N a certain forest there once lived a
fox, and near to the fox lived a man
who had a cat that had been a good
niouser in its youth, but was now old
and half blind. The man didn’t want
puss any longer, but not liking to
kill it, took it out into the forest and

lost it there. Then the fox came up and said: “ Why,

Mr. Shaggy Matthew! How d’ye do! What brings

you here ¢”—* Alas!” said Pussy, “my master loved

me as long as I could bite, but now that I can bite no
longer and have left off catching mice

 

and I used
to catch them finely once—he doesn’t like to kill

 

me, but he has left me in the wood where I must
perish miserably.” —* No, dear Pussy!” said the fox ;
“you leave it to me, and [ll help you to get your
daily bread.” —* You are very good, dear little sister
foxey!” said the cat, and the fox built him a little
shed with a garden round it to walk about in.