YOU remember, I hope, where I left off in the last story -- just as the rooster came up the steps of the little house at the end of the narrow street where Puss, Junior, was making a call on the little Yellow Hen. Well, he was very much surprised to see our small traveler, but nevertheless he was most polite. He stretched forth his right wing to shake hands when, all of a sudden,
Dickory, dickory, dare, The pig flew up the stair, A very funny thing to do, And made the rooster doodle-doo.
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