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The White Cat-2
“I thank you, beautiful Cat,” said the Prince; “but what good will it do me to get back if I have not a dog to take to my father?” “See here,” answered the White Cat, holding up an acorn; “there is a prettier one in this than in the Dogstar!” “Oh! White Cat dear,” said the Prince, “how unkind you are to laugh at me now!” “Only listen,” she said, holding the acorn to his ear. And inside it he distinctly heard a tiny voice say: “Bow-wow!” The Prince was delighted, for a dog that can be shut up in an acorn must be very small indeed. He wanted to take it out and look at it, but the White Cat said it would be better not to open the acorn till he was before the King, in case the tiny dog should be cold on the journey. He thanked her a thousand times, and said good-by quite sad
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