If we fly at all, to fly HIGH.
To be extremely polite.
To be kind and grateful to cats and all other animals.


All the trouble arose one day when the Princess (there is always a
Princess in a fairy-tale, you know) was playing in the garden with
her ball. She threw it up in the air much higher than usual and it
never came down again. There was an awful shriek, like ten
thousand steam-engines; all the ladies-in-waiting fainted in a row,
the inhabitants of the place went stone-deaf, and the Captain of
the Guard, who was in attendance with a company of his troops,
seized the Princess, put her on his horse, galloped away followed
by his soldiers to a castle on the top of a hill, deposited the
Princess in the highest room, and then and only then, told her what
had happened.

"Miss," he said, for he was so upset he forgot Court etiquette,
"Miss, your ball must have hit the Dreadful Griffin in the eye (I
noticed he was taking a little fly in the neighbourhood), and that
was the reason of the awful shriek. Well, Miss, the Dreadful
Griffin never was known to forgive anybody anything, so I snatched
you up quick before he could get at you and brought you to the
Castle of the White Cats. There are seventeen of these animals
sitting outside the door and twenty-seven more standing in the
courtyard, so you're as safe as safe can be, for the Dreadful
Griffin can't look at a white cat without getting the ague and then
he shakes so a mouse wouldn't be afraid of him. And now, Miss, I
must go back to your Royal Pa, so I will wish you good-morning."