"I'll go in and fight the Dragon alone," he said; and in he went. By
this time the Dragon was both frightened and angry, and the moment it
saw the man it rushed forward and made a snap at his head.

The wooden head came off at once, and the Dragon's long, sharp teeth
got stuck in the wood and would not come out again; so the monster was
unable to do anything but flop its tail and groan.

The wood-chopper now ran to the cupboard, took out his head and placed
it upon his shoulders where it belonged. Then he proudly walked out of
the castle and was greeted with loud shouts by the army, which carried
him back in triumph to the King's palace.

And, now that he wore his own head again, one of the prettiest of the
young princesses willingly agreed to marry him; so the wedding ceremony
was performed amidst great rejoicing.

_The Third Surprise_

THE TRAMP DOG AND THE MONARCH'S LOST TEMPER

One day the Monarch of Mo, having nothing better to do, resolved to go
hunting blackberries among the bushes that grew at the foot of the
mountains.

So he put on an old crown that would not get tarnished if it rained,
and, having found a tin pail in the pantry, started off without telling
any one where he was going.

For some distance the path was a nice, smooth taffy, that was very
agreeable to walk on; but as he got nearer the mountains the ground
became gravelly, the stones being jackson-balls and gum-drops; so that
his boots, which were a little green when he picked them, began to hurt
his feet.

But the King was not easily discouraged, and kept on until he found the
blackberry bushes, when he immediately began to fill his pail, the
berries being remarkably big and sweet.

While thus occupied he heard a sound of footsteps coming down the
mountain side, and presently a little dog ran out from the bushes and
trotted up to him.

Now there were no dogs at all in Mo, and the King had never seen a
creature like this before; therefore he was greatly surprised, and
said:

"What are you, and where do you come from?"

The dog also was surprised at this question, and looked suspiciously at
the King's tin pail; for many times wicked boys had tied such a pail to
the end of his tail. In fact, that was the reason he had run away from
home and found his way, by accident, to the Valley of Mo.

"My name is Prince," replied the gravely; "and I have come from a
country beyond the mountains and the desert."

"Indeed! are you in trut