The ogre carried the cage into the kitchen.
He slammed it onto the counter.
"Ouch!" Puss said.
"Cook?" The ogre yelled for the cook.
But no one came.
So he began chopping onions himself.
"This lunch will be delicious," he said.
"I have to get out of here," Puss thought.
He tried to bend the cage's bars.
They were too stiff.
Puss had another idea.
He pretended to cry. "Oh, poor me!
Now I'll never get to live with the princess!"
The ogre stopped chopping.
"You know the princess?" he asked.
Puss sniffed.
"My master is going to marry her."
The ogre rubbed his chin.
"So, you're going to be rich.
Will you pay me if I let you go?"
"But you're already rich," Puss said.
The ogre shrugged. "I want more money."
Puss pretended to think for a moment.
Finally he said, "It's a deal."
The ogre unlocked the cage door.
Puss leaped past the ogre.
He grabbed chopped onions.
He threw them at the ogre's face.
"Ow!" the ogre cried. "My eyes!"
Puss dashed across the counter.
"Ow!" he cried. "My paw!"
He brushed against a knife.
Puss didn't have time to stop.
He kept running toward the door.
Puss skidded to a stop. "Oh no!"
A mean lion blocked the door!