O pyšné noční košilce
He hopped, jumped, played with a cat in the meadow, rolled barrels, did somersaults and all kinds of other comedies, and in the process somewhere he got a sharp splinter in his paw. It was a small splinter, but it hurt a lot and he couldn't step on that leg very well. Cat proceeds to cure his paw while telling him a story about the proud nightgown.
