The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse





A COUNTRY MOUSE invited a Town Mouse, an intimate friend, to pay

him a visit and partake of his country fare. As they were on the

bare plowlands, eating there wheat-stocks and roots pulled up

from the hedgerow, the Town Mouse said to his friend, "You live

here the life of the ants, while in my house is the horn of

plenty. I am surrounded by every luxury, and if you will come

with me, as I wish you would, you shall have an ample share of my

dainties." The Country Mouse was easily persuaded, and returned

to town with his friend. On his arrival, the Town Mouse placed

before him bread, barley, beans, dried figs, honey, raisins, and,

last of all, brought a dainty piece of cheese from a basket. The

Country Mouse, being much delighted at the sight of such good

cheer, expressed his satisfaction in warm terms and lamented his

own hard fate. Just as they were beginning to eat, someone

opened the door, and they both ran off squeaking, as fast as they

could, to a hole so narrow that two could only find room in it by

squeezing. They had scarcely begun their repast again when

someone else entered to take something out of a cupboard,

whereupon the two Mice, more frightened than before, ran away and

hid themselves. At last the Country Mouse, almost famished, said

to his friend: "Although you have prepared for me so dainty a

feast, I must leave you to enjoy it by yourself. It is

surrounded by too many dangers to please me. I prefer my bare

plowlands and roots from the hedgerow, where I can live in

safety, and without fear."





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