THE YOUNG RATS.
Do you know how to spell cat?
Very well. I have a large cat. One day I looked into my flour barrel. What do you think I saw? I saw six young rats. I was sorry for the little things, they were so scared. But rats must be killed, or they will eat up all our dinners.
So I called puss! puss! puss! and pussy came to see what was the matter.
A little girl wished to put her in the barrel, but cats will not be forced to catch mice, and she ran away.
Then all the children went aside with me, and we did not talk, but peeped at puss; so puss came along very softly to the barrel, and smelled all around it, and at last she gave a spring into the barrel, and then out of the barrel, with a rat in her mouth, and so she did until all were dead.
Cats do not often eat rats, they kill them and leave them. They eat mice.
Then all the children went into the parlour with me, and we sat down and talked about the rats, and as it pleased them, I hope it will please you too.