G reen-eyes was a large black cat with the biggest, greenest eyes you can imagine. He belonged to the witch Tiptap, and, like all witch's cats, he had to help her with her spells.
Green-eyes had an easy life, for he had nothing to do except come when the witch called him, and help her to stir her magic bowl, or sit patiently inside a magic ring whilst she muttered queer spells. He had plenty of good food—fish, milk and sometimes, cream.
He loved cream, and thought he didn't get enough of it.
" I ought to have cream each day," he said to himself. " I am a hardworking witch-cat, and I think my mistress should buy me at least three pennyworth of good rich cream each day. But no—she gets it once a week, and that's all. Mean creature."
" What is the matter, Green-eyes? " asked the witch who saw the cat sulking in the corner.
" I think you should buy me more cream," said the cat gloomily.
" Nonsense! " said the witch, sharply. " How dare you talk like that, Green-eyes. You have a fine life with me—no mice to catch, nothing to do except to give me a little help sometimes. I am really ashamed of you."
Green-eyes twitched his fine whiskers and did not dare to say another word. But he thought a great deal. He wished and wished he could make Tiptap give him more cream, but he could not see how to do it. And then one day he had an idea.
Tiptap called him to help her with a spell. It was a strange piece of magic she was doing. She took a broken piece of china and put it into her big magic bowl. She called Green-eyes to stir it and he did so. Then Tiptap muttered the enchanted words, and the tiny piece of china