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The Master Cat; or, Puss in Boots
The Master Cat; or, Puss in BootsThere was a miller who left no more estate to the three sons he had than his mill, his a*s, and his cat. The partition was soon made. Neither scrivener nor attorney was sent for. They would soon have eaten up all the poor patrimony. The eldest had the mill, the second the a*s, and the youngest nothing but the cat. The poor young fellow was quite comfortless at having so poor a lot. “My brothers,” said he, “may get their living handsomely enough by joining their stocks together; but for my part, when I have eaten up my cat, and made me a muff of his skin, I must die of hunger.” The Cat, who heard all this, but made as if he did not, said to him with a grave and serious air: “Do not thus afflict yourself, my good master. You have nothing e
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