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when a Lion was asleep a little Mouse began running up and down upon him; this
soon wakened the Lion, who placed his huge paw upon him, and opened his big jaws
to swallow him. "Pardon, O
King," cried the little Mouse: "forgive me this time, I shall never
forget it: who knows but what I may be able to do you a turn some of these
days?" The Lion was so tickled
at the idea of the Mouse being able to help him, that he lifted up his paw and
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Some
time after the Lion was caught in a trap, and the hunters who desired to carry
him alive to the King, tied him to a tree while they went in search of a waggon
to carry him on. Just then the
little Mouse happened to pass by, and seeing the sad plight in which the Lion
was, went up to him and soon gnawed away the ropes that bound the King of the
Beasts. "Was I not
right?" said the little Mouse. |
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