THE RAT PRINCESS





Once upon a time, there was a Rat Princess, who lived with her father, the

Rat King, and her mother, the Rat Queen, in a ricefield in far away Japan.

The Rat Princess was so pretty that her father and mother were quite

foolishly proud of her, and thought no one good enough to play with her.

When she grew up, they would not let any of the rat princes come to visit

her, and they decided at last that no one should marry her till they had

found the most powerful person in the whole world; no one else was good

enough. And the Father Rat started out to find the most powerful person in

the whole world. The wisest and oldest rat in the ricefield said that the

Sun must be the most powerful person, because he made the rice grow and

ripen; so the Rat King went to find the Sun. He climbed up the highest

mountain, ran up the path of a rainbow, and travelled and travelled across

the sky till he came to the Sun's house.



"What do you want, little brother?" the Sun said, when he saw him.



"I come," said the Rat King, very importantly, "to offer you the hand of

my daughter, the princess, because you are the most powerful person in the

world; no one else is good enough."



"Ha, ha!" laughed the jolly round Sun, and winked with his eye. "You are

very kind, little brother, but if that is the case the princess is not for

me; the Cloud is more powerful than I am; when he passes over me I cannot

shine."



"Oh, indeed," said the Rat King, "then you are not my man at all"; and he

left the Sun without more words. The Sun laughed and winked to himself.

And the Rat King travelled and travelled across the sky till he came to

the Cloud's house.



"What do you want, little brother?" sighed the Cloud when he saw him.



"I come to offer you the hand of my daughter, the princess," said the Rat

King, "because you are the most powerful person in the world; the Sun said

so, and no one else is good enough."



The Cloud sighed again. "I am not the most powerful person," he said;

"the Wind is stronger than I,--when he blows, I have to go wherever he

sends me."



"Then you are not the person for my daughter," said the Rat King proudly;

and he started at once to find the Wind. He travelled and travelled across

the sky, till he came at last to the Wind's house, at the very edge of the

world.



When the Wind saw him coming he laughed a big, gusty laugh, "Ho, ho!" and

asked him what he wanted; and when the Rat King told him that he had come

to offer him the Rat Princess's hand because he was the most powerful

person in the world, the Wind shouted a great gusty shout, and said, "No,

no, I am not the strongest; the Wall that man has made is stronger than I;

I cannot make him move, with all my blowing; go to the Wall, little

brother!"



And the Rat King climbed down the sky-path again, and travelled and

travelled across the earth till he came to the Wall. It was quite near his

own ricefield.



"What do you want, little brother?" grumbled the Wall when he saw him.



"I come to offer you the hand of the princess, my daughter, because you

are the most powerful person in the world, and no one else is good

enough."



"Ugh, ugh," grumbled the Wall, "I am not the strongest; the big grey Rat

who lives in the cellar is stronger than I. When he gnaws and gnaws at me

I crumble and crumble, and at last I fall; go to the Rat, little brother."



And so, after going all over the world to find the strongest person, the

Rat King had to marry his daughter to a rat, after all; but the princess

was very glad of it, for she wanted to marry the grey Rat, all the time.





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