A CAT was looking at a King, as permitted by the proverb.
"Well," said the monarch1, observing her inspection2 of the royal
person, "how do you like me?"
"I can imagine a King," said the Cat, "whom I should like better."
"For example?"
"The King of the Mice."
The sovereign was so pleased with the wit of the reply that he gave
her permission to scratch his Prime Minister's eyes out.
The Poet's Doom
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