A Kind, Caring Man

A Kind, Caring Man

A feast was waiting in the dining room. The king sniffed. “ Mmm. The food smells wonderful. ”

Puss clapped his paws. “ Lunch is ready, your Majesty. ” Everyone sat down.

“ The food looks delicious, ” Carabas thought. “ But I must tell everyone the truth. ”

Puss handed Carabas the bread basket. “ Would you like some bread, Master?”

Carabas gasped. “ Puss, your paw is bleeding! ” Puss looked at his paw. “ Oh, it’s not a big deal, Master. I cut myself earlier, but I’m fine. ”