The little gray Puskin felt sorry for her and in spite of being so late, he stopped and asked, "How can I help you?"
"I have a long thorn stuck in my foot and I can't reach to get it out.
Will you pull it out for me?", said the old brown Puskin.
The gray Puskin looked at her poor sore foot. He could see the thorn, but could not get hold of it with his fingers. It was broken off too short. He knew the old Puskin was suffering great pain and as he was kind-hearted, he wanted to help her, so what do you suppose he did?
