a little mouse who lived in the country invited a little Mouse from the city to
visit him. When the little City
Mouse sat down to dinner he was
surprised to find that the Country Mouse had nothing to eat except barley and
he said, "you do not live well at all; you should see how I live!
I have all sorts of fine things to eat every day.
You must come to visit me and see how nice it is to live in the
very first place that the City Mouse took the Country Mouse to see was the
kitchen cupboard of the house where he lived.
There, on the lowest shelf, behind some stone jars, stood a big paper bag
of brown sugar. The little City
Mouse gnawed a hole in the bag and invited his friend to nibble for himself.
whispered the City Mouse. And they ran as fast as they could to the little hole
where they had come in. The little
Country Mouse was shaking all over when they got safely away, but the little
City Mouse said, "That is nothing; she will soon go away and then we can go
the cook had gone away and shut the door they stole softly back, and this time
the City Mouse had something new to show: he took the little Country Mouse into
a corner on the top shelf, where a big jar of dried prunes stood open.
After much tugging and pulling they got a large dried prune out of the
jar on to the shelf and began to nibble at it.
This was even better than the brown sugar.
The little Country Mouse liked the taste so much that he could hardly
nibble fast enough. But all at once, in the midst of their eating, there came a
scratching at the door and a sharp, loud MIAOUW!
|"What is that?" said the Country Mouse. The City Mouse just whispered, "Sh!" and ran as fast as he could to the hole.|
The Country Mouse ran after, you may be sure, as fast as HE could. As soon as they were out of danger the City Mouse said, "That was the old Cat; she is the best mouser in town,--if she once gets you, you are lost."
said the City Mouse, "I will take you to the cellar; there is something
the City Mouse took his little friend down the cellar stairs and into a big
cupboard where there were many shelves. On
the shelves were jars of butter, and cheeses in bags and out of bags.
Overhead hung bunches of sausages, and there were spicy apples in barrels
standing about. It smelled so good
that it went to the little Country Mouse's head.
He ran along the shelf and nibbled at a cheese here, and a bit of butter
there, until he saw an especially rich, very delicious-smelling piece of cheese
on a queer little stand in a corner. He was just on the point of putting his
teeth into the cheese when the City Mouse saw him.
stop!" cried the City Mouse. "That is a trap!"
little Country Mouse stopped and said, "What is a trap?"
thing is a trap," said the little City Mouse. "The minute you touch the cheese with your teeth
something comes down on your head hard, and you're dead."
The little Country Mouse looked at the trap, and he looked at the cheese, and he looked at the little City Mouse. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I think I will go home. I'd rather have barley and grain to eat and eat it in peace and comfort, than have brown sugar and dried prunes and cheese,--and be frightened to death all the time!"
So the little Country Mouse went back to his home, and there he stayed all the rest of his life.
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