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You needn't cry and look so sad; I love you, pussy dear, the same-- I truly do--as I loved you Before this cunning kitty came; But things are changed a little now, You know, and 'cause he's very small, I've got to 'tend the most to him. Your nose is out of joint, that's all. Don't you remember that cold day They left me hours and hours in bed, And when nurse came for me at last, "Your nose is out of joint," she said, "A baby's come to live with us?" Well, then, that's what's the matter now; You might have known how it would be-- Oh dear, my head! Please don't me-ow, Or I must send you out the room; Nice little _girls_ don't make a noise When their mammas give almost all Their kisses to small red-faced boys. I tell you, puss, you are too big To sit with kit upon my knee, And it's no worse for you to have Your nose put out of joint than me.
The puzzle is, with two cuts of the scissors to make this elephant stand on all fours.
INSTRUCTIONS.--Trace or copy the accompanying figure on a piece of Bristol-board or thick writing paper, and then go to work with your scissors and see what you can do.
=Ants that Bite.=--Foraging ants by countless thousands are met with everywhere on the banks of the Amazons. Some of them are dwarfs not more than one-fifth of an inch long, while others are giants ten times as long, with monstrous heads and jaws. When the pedestrian falls in with a train of these ants, the first signal given him is a twittering and restless movement of small flocks of plain-colored birds (ant-thrushes) in the jungle. If this be disregarded until he advances a few steps further, he is sure to fall into trouble, and find himself suddenly attacked by numbers of the ferocious little creatures. They swarm up his legs with incredible rapidity, each one driving its pincer-like jaws into his skin, and with the purchase thus obtained doubling in its tail, and stinging with all its might. There is no course left but to run for it; if he is accompanied by natives, they will be sure to give the alarm, crying, "Tanóca!" and scampering at full speed to the other end of the column of ants. The tenacious insects that have secured themselves to his legs then have to be plucked off one by one--a task which is generally not accomplished without pulling them in twain, and leaving heads and jaws sticking in the wounds.