The Mice once called a meeting to decide on a plan to free
themselves of their enemy, the Cat. At least they wished to find
some way of knowing when she was coming, so they might have time
to run away. Indeed, something had to be done, for they lived in
such constant fear of her claws that they hardly dared stir from
their dens by night or day.
Many plans were discussed, but none of them was thought good
enough. At last a very young Mouse got up and said:
"I have a plan that seems very simple, but I know it will be
successful.
All we have to do is to hang a bell about the Cat's neck. When we
hear the bell ringing we will know immediately that our enemy is
coming."
All the Mice were much surprised that they had not thought of such
a plan before. But in the midst of the rejoicing over their good
fortune, an old Mouse arose and said:
"I will say that the plan of the young Mouse is very good. But let
me ask one question: Who will bell the Cat?"
A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. For
lunch the Country Mouse served wheat stalks, roots, and acorns,
with a dash of cold water for drink. The Town Mouse ate very
sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by
her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only
to be polite.
After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town
Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse
listened. They then went to bed in a cozy nest in the hedgerow and
slept in quiet and comfort until morning. In her sleep the Country
Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and
delights of city life that her friend had described for her. So
the next day when the Town Mouse asked the Country Mouse to go
home with her to the city, she gladly said yes.
When they reached the mansion in which the Town Mouse lived, they
found on the table in the dining room the leavings of a very fine
banquet. There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious
cheeses, indeed, the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine.
But just as the Country Mouse was about to nibble a dainty bit of
pastry, she heard a Cat mew loudly and scratch at the door. In
great fear the Mice scurried to a hiding place, where they lay
quite still for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. When at
last they ventured back to the feast, the door opened suddenly and
in came the servants to clear the table, followed by the House
Dog.
The Country Mouse stopped in the Town Mouse's den only long enough
to pick up her carpet bag and umbrella.
"You may have luxuries and dainties that I have not," she said as
she hurried away, "but I prefer my plain food and simple life in
the country with the peace and security that go with it."
A Lion lay asleep in the forest, his great head resting on his
paws. A timid little Mouse came upon him unexpectedly, and in her
fright and haste to get away, ran across the Lion's nose. Roused
from his nap, the Lion laid his huge paw angrily on the tiny
creature to kill her.
"Spare me!" begged the poor Mouse. "Please let me go and some day
I will surely repay you."
The Lion was much amused to think that a Mouse could ever help
him. But he was generous and finally let the Mouse go.
Some days later, while stalking his prey in the forest, the Lion
was caught in the toils of a hunter's net. Unable to free himself,
he filled the forest with his angry roaring. The Mouse knew the
voice and quickly found the Lion struggling in the net. Running to
one of the great ropes that bound him, she gnawed it until it
parted, and soon the Lion was free.
"You laughed when I said I would repay you," said the Mouse. "Now
you see that even a Mouse can help a Lion."