Dr. Herbert Benjamin
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
HENRY GETS BACK
SAFE TO THE KITCHEN
Henry squeaked under the door, and the cat was
waiting.
The cat was in tears. He put his front paws
together and begged: “Please, Mr. Pickle! Please!
Fight
me right just once. Please have some consideration! I’m
so upset, I haven’t been able to sleep a wink since you
left! If I let you get away without beating you up, I’ll
never feel safe as King of the Whole Hall again. Please,
Sir Pickle. Please don’t be a bully!”
“Sorry,“ said Henry. “I’m not at all in the mood for
fighting. I just want to get home end get some sleep.
And anyhow, look who’s calling who a bully! “
You’re
the
bully! Why don’t you stop picking on that little mouse!”
But the cat paid no attention. He got down on his
knees and begged even harder. “Please, King Pickle. Just
one little short, fair fight before you go home? Just one?
Huh, Your Majesty? It won’t take much time, Sir.”
“Sorry!” said Henry. “I’m a perfectly peaceful
pickle. No interest at all in fighting. Especially when
there’s nothing to fight about. What do you see in
fighting? Now just forget about fighting and go back to
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