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was once an old grey Pussy, and she went down by the water side, and there she saw a wee Robin Redbreast hopping on a brier; and Pussy says, "Where are you going, wee Robin?" And wee Robin says, "I'm going to the King to sing him a song this good Yule morning." And Pussy says, "Come here, wee Robin, and I'll let you see a bonny white ring round my neck." But wee Robin says, "No, no, grey Pussy; no, no! You worried the wee mousie; but you shall not worry me." So wee Robin flew away till he came to a turf wall, and there he saw a grey, greedy Hawk, sitting. And the grey, greedy Hawk, says, "Where are you going, wee Robin?" And wee Robin says, "I'm going to the King to sing him a song this fine Yule morning."