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<h2>GOOD RIDDANCE</h2>
<div class='cap'>NOW, let me see. In the last story we
left little Puss, Junior, in the house of
the old man who brought his wife home in a
wheelbarrow. Well, Puss heard him take off
his shoes and get into bed, and then out went
the light. I guess the old man leaned out of
bed and blew it out. But Puss didn't go to
bed. Oh, my, no! He slipped off his red-topped
boots, so as not to frighten the rats
and the mice and stole softly over to the
window. The moon was bright and the stars
were twinkling in the sky.</div>
<p>"It's a long time since I've been a mouser!"
laughed Puss to himself. "I wonder if I
have lost my cunning?" And he sat down
by the window and crossed his leg over the
other. "Not a creature was stirring, not even
a mouse," and it was not the night before
Christmas, either. Pretty soon the sound of
scampering feet caught his ear, and, turning
his head, he saw a dozen mice or more running
over the floor, and after that two big
rats stole softly across the old rag rug in<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</SPAN></span>
front of the fireplace. With a leap, Puss
landed close to the rats, and with his right
paw, laid hold of the nearest, and with his
left paw caught the other. "Squeak, squeak!
Oh, let us go!" they cried.</p>
<p>"Not unless you promise to leave this
house," replied Puss, fiercely, his whiskers
standing out straight and his eyes glaring
like two balls of fire.</p>
<p>"We will, we will!" squeaked the rats.</p>
<p>"Then go!" cried Puss, "and don't you
ever come back!"</p>
<p>"We won't, we won't!" cried the terrified
rats.</p>
<p>And after that Puss softly crept into the
kitchen, where on the table sat three little
mice eating a piece of cake. In a second
Puss had them fast in his claws.</p>
<p>"Squeak, squeak!" screamed the little mice.</p>
<p>"I'll spare you," said Puss, glaring at
them with eyes as bright as automobile lamps.
"I'll let you go if you'll promise to leave this
house with all your sisters and brothers and
cousins and aunts and fathers and mothers
and grandmothers and grandfathers, and all
your friends, and everybody else that I can't
think of, for I'm so mad I could eat you."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Oh don't," they cried; "we'll go, we'll go!
We'll promise to leave."</p>
<p>And after that the little old man was never
bothered with rats and mice.</p>
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