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One day, making tracks In the prairie of Prax, Came a North-Going Cat And a South-Going Cat. And it happened that both of them came to a place Where they bumped. There they stood. Foot to foot. Face to face.
"Look here, now!" the North-Going Cat said, "I say! You are blocking my path. You are right in my way. I'm a North-Going Cat and I always go north. Get out of my way, now, and let me go forth!"
"Who's in whose way?" snapped the South-Going Cat. "I always go south, making south-going tracks. So you're in MY way! And I ask you to move And let me go south in my south-going groove."
Then the North-Going Cat puffed his chest up with pride. "I never," he said, "take a step to one side. And I'll prove to you that I won't change my ways If I have to keep standing here fifty-nine days!"
"And I'll prove to YOU," yelled the South-Going Cat, "That I can stand here in the prairie of Prax For fifty-nine years! For I live by a rule That I learned as a boy back in South-Going School. Never budge! That's my rule. Never budge in the least! Not an inch to the west! Not an inch to the east! I'll stay here, not budging! I can and I will If it makes you and me and the whole world stand still!"
Well... Of course the world didn't stand still. And left them there, standing un-budge in their tracks
