It was the day of the royal race.
All the carriages were ready at the starting line.
One carriage was made of feathers.
It was very light.
It floated above the ground.
Another carriage was pulled by unicorns.
The unicorns looked very fast.
Walter stood near a carriage that sparkled with magic.
It was pulled by seven white swans.
Tom gulped.
"What if my king doesn't win?" he said.
"I will go to the Grim Dungeon.
Walter will laugh and laugh."
"You have a good heart," said Cat.
"Everything will work out fine. You'll see."
Walter looked at the wings on the king’s carriage.
"Ha-ha!" he said.
"Your spell won't work, Tom.
Your king will lose for sure."
Walter's swans hissed at Tom.
When they saw Cat, they flapped their wings.
They tried to chase her.
Cat hid in Tom's pocket.
"Those swans are mean!" Tom said.
"Just like Walter!"
Finally the kings climbed onto their carriages.
The wizards got on too.
Cat jumped out of Tom's pocket.
"Good luck. I'll wait at the finish line to see who wins!"
A trumpet blared.
And the royal race began!