<h2><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</SPAN></span> <SPAN name="moon" id="moon"></SPAN>PUSS SEES THE COW JUMP OVER THE MOON</h2>
<p class="cap2">PUSS, JR., trudged along bravely for some time, but, finding it very
dusty, he left the road and climbed over the low stone wall that
bordered the big pasture on his right.</p>
<p>"It's funny to see the moon in the daytime," he remarked as he crossed
the long green meadow dotted everywhere with yellow cowslips; "I don't
understand it," and he looked curiously at the big, white moon which
hung low in the skies just overhead. As he spoke, across the grass
hopped a big silver spoon, closely followed by a dish with a blue
border, which rolled along over the ground at a great rate.</p>
<p>"Wow, wow! Ha, ha!" laughed a little dog from the other side of the
fence. "Keep on rolling; you'll tire him out pretty soon."</p>
<p>Puss, Jr., watched the funny race with much amusement until he was
startled by a voice at his side, saying, "Glad to see you," and, turning
around, he saw a small cat with a fiddle under her paw.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</SPAN></span> <SPAN name="along_bravely" id="along_bravely"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i003.png" width-obs="400" height-obs="455" alt="" title="" /> <span class="caption">PUSS, JR., TRUDGED ALONG BRAVELY</span>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</SPAN></span></div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</SPAN></span>
"Hey diddle-diddle," she sang in a high, sweet voice, and scratched away
on the strings like a player in an orchestra.</p>
<p>"Tell me," Puss, Jr., said to her as the music stopped for a moment,
"why is the moon out to-day? I thought it only came out at night."</p>
<p>"Why, don't you know?" she replied. "It is going to let the cow jump
over it to-day."</p>
<p>"Indeed! and when does that happen?"</p>
<p>"Oh, any minute now; in fact, there she comes through the gate." And,
sure enough, across the fields a beautiful black-and-white cow came
leisurely toward them.</p>
<p>"Good morning," she exclaimed, as she neared our two friends, and,
turning to the cat with the fiddle, she said: "Are you ready? If you
are, just strike up a lively tune so that I can get into step before I
try for my jump."</p>
<p>Puss, Jr., was so interested that he forgot to ask another question, but
stood still while the cow commenced to prance around, keeping perfect
time to the music.</p>
<p>"Faster, faster!" she called, as she swung into a canter. "I'm going to
get a flying start; you know, if you get a flying start the higher you
will fly when you do fly."</p>
<p>This undoubtedly was true, for in a moment more she rose gracefully from
the ground toward the moon.</p>
<p>"Be careful!" screamed the Man in the Moon,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</SPAN></span> leaning out as she
approached near enough for his voice to reach her. "Be careful and don't
clip off a piece with your hoof as you go over!"</p>
<p>She did as he told her, and sailed over in a long, sweeping curve and
landed safely in a patch of clover at the other end of the field.</p>
<p>"Great!" exclaimed Puss, Jr. "You did it splendidly!"</p>
<p>"Oh, that's nothing!" she answered, although she seemed rather proud of
her feat. "Oh, that's nothing at all!"</p>
<p>"I don't agree with you," he replied. "I should think you'd be very
proud of your feet; they're as good as wings."</p>
<p>The Jumping Cow paid no more attention to him, but munched away at the
clover like an ordinary cow.</p>
<p>"She won't say another word to-day," whispered the cat behind her
fiddle; "but if you're around this way to-morrow morning and it's a nice
day she may try another jump."</p>
<p>"I'm sorry," Puss, Jr., replied, "but by that time I shall be far away
upon my journey. Thank you just the same." And with these words he took
off his hat to Miss Pussy and resumed his travels along the cool, shady
path through the woods.</p>
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