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 "And what is that?" he asked, pointing to a steaming bowl that had just been placed before Happy.

"Minced cat, your Highness," replied Happy, sprinkling it generously with silver polish.



"Cat?" shrieked the Scarecrow, pouncing to his feet in horror. "Do you mean to tell me you are eating a poor innocent little cat?"

"Not a poor one at all—a very rich one I should say," replied Happy Toko, with his mouth full. "Ah, had your Highness only your old body, how you would enjoy this!"