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Show The Young Mouse. A young mouse dwelt in a room where sweets were kept. Each day she ate some nice thing, and few mice are there who have the luck to fare so well. ..She would have had nothing to bother her if it had not been for a cat, who now and then gave, her a fright, so as to make her fly. as fast as she could to her. hole. - One day she" ran to her mother In a' state of greajtfl joy. "Oh," . said, she, "the good foil? ! here have built me a house to live in; I feel sure it is for me, as it is in the ore room, and just the right size, . and.' I suppose, .they have-built have-built it so well of wood and vire to screen me front that fierce cat I dread so much. There is a door to let me in through which puss could not pass, and they have been so kind as to put in some cheese' which smells; good; in short, I should have run in at once to try my new house, but I thousht I would tell you, first that you might come too, for it will hold us both." "My dear child," said the old-mouse, "I am very glad that you did notlgb in, for this house that you speak of is a trap, and you would have come out but to be thrown to the cat or put to death in some way. Though man has not so fierce a look as. a cat, he is as niuch our foe, arid twice as sly." |
