Fiona and Carabas were having a picnic.
Puss hunted mice nearby.
Fiona played her guitar.
"That's a beautiful song," Carabas said.
Fiona smiled. "I wrote that song for you."
"Fiona, will you marry me?" Carabas blurted out.
She blushed. "Of course!"
Puss' head popped out of a bush.
"Hooray!" he whispered.
Carabas bit his lip.
"Fiona, I must tell you something."
"Ahh!" Puss dashed over. "Master—"
"No, Puss." Carabas held up a hand.
"I must tell Fiona the truth."
"Fiona, I'm not a duke," Carabas said.
"I'm actually just a poor man.
I understand if you won't marry me now."
Fiona shook her head. "I'm glad you told me.
But I don't care if you're rich or poor.
Carabas, I love you!"
Three weeks later there was a royal wedding.
Carabas and Fiona were married.
Puss wiped away a tear.
"I'm so happy for Master," he thought.
Meow!
Puss turned around.
A cat was looking at him.
Her eyes were big and bright.
Light sparkled on her whiskers.
"Nice boots," she said.
"Um, hello!" Puss said. "I mean, um, thank you!"
The cat smiled. "Would you like to dance?"
"Yes!" Puss bowed.
Together they headed for the dance floor.