weak and wounded, must be removed from the field."

"All right!" said the dog. "But look here. You first stop that, will
you?" and he pointed to a fine gray cat that was rubbing herself against
a large, comfortable-looking Newfoundland.

"Immediately," said Puss, and he bawled in a loud voice: "There is to be
no friendly intercourse between soldiers of the two armies. It is in the
highest degree detrimental to military discipline."

And the dog shouted: "Stop being pleasant to each other, right off. I
can't have it. You always have fought, and you've got to fight now."

The big Newfoundland at once made a snap at the gray cat, and she put up
her back, spit and clawed at him, and ran off as fast as she could.

Then Puss waved his handkerchief, as a flag of truce, and said in a loud
voice, "There will be a cessation of hostilities for five minutes, until
the non-combatants are removed."

The able-bodied cats arranged themselves in rows, and the dogs did the
same. The two generals stepped grandly in front of the lines, and the
battle seemed about to begin, when a young and frisky cat, at the far
end of the front rank, took advantage of a dog opposite who had turned
his head, and jumped upon his back, clawing him in so cruel a way that
he howled dreadfully.

At this, Mother Hubbard's dog advanced angrily, and taking the cat by
the nape of the neck, threw her among the cat army, saying: "The trumpet
hasn't sounded, and we haven't begun yet. That was a real sneaky trick,