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“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through
and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.”
- Eskimo Proverb quote -
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- William Butler YEATS -
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The King caressed him after a very extraordinary manner, and as the fine clothes he had given him
extremely
set off his good mien (for he was well made and very handsome in his person), the King's daughter
took a secret inclination to him, and the Marquis of Carabas had no sooner cast two or three respectful
and somewhat tender glances but she fell in love with him to distraction.
The King would needs have him come into the coach and take part of the airing.
The Cat, quite overjoyed to see his project begin to succeed, marched on before,
and, meeting with some countrymen, who were mowing a meadow, he said to them:
"Good people, you who are mowing, if you do not tell the King that the meadow you mow belongs
to my Lord Marquis of Carabas, you shall be chopped as small as herbs for the pot."
The King did not fail asking of the mowers to whom the meadow
they were mowing belonged.
"To my Lord Marquis of Carabas," answered they altogether, for the Cat's threats had made them
terribly afraid .
"You see, sir," said the Marquis, "this is a meadow which never fails to yield a plentiful harvest
every year."
The Master Cat, who went still on before, met with some reapers, and said to them:
"Good people, you who are reaping, if you do not tell the King that all this corn belongs
to the Marquis of Carabas, you shall be chopped as small as herbs for the pot."
The King, who passed by a moment after, would needs know to whom all that corn, which he then saw,
did belong.
"To my Lord Marquis of Carabas," replied the reapers, and the King was very well pleased with it,
as well as the Marquis, whom he congratulated thereupon.
The Master Cat, who went always before, said the same words to all he met, and the King
was astonished at the vast estates of my Lord Marquis of Carabas.
BR Monsieur Puss came at last to a stately castle, the master of which was an ogre,
the richest had ever been known; for all the lands which the King had then gone over
belonged to this castle.
The Cat, who had taken care to inform himself who this ogre was and what he could do,
asked to speak with him, saying he could not pass so near his castle without having the honor
of paying his respects to him.
The ogre received him as civilly as an ogre could do, and made him sit down.
"I have been assured," said the Cat, "that you have the gift of being able to change yourself
into all sorts of creatures you have a mind to; you can, for example, transform yourself into a lion,
or elephant, and the like."
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"Puss in Boots" by CHARLES PERRAULT ( extract)
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Item 88. Chatterton, Thomas, 1752-1770. Poems, supposed to have been written at Bristol by Thomas Rowley, and others, in the fifteenth century : the greatest part now first published from the most authentic copies, with an engraved specimen of one of the mss. To which are added, a preface, an introductory account of the several pieces, and a glossary. (London : Printed for T. Payne and Son, 1777)
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