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The Mouse and the Lion
A long, long time ago a little mouse was playing and messing around. He was making a lot
of noise and all of a sudden he woke up the lion, the king of the animals.
“How dare you wake me up?” the lion roared, "I'm going to eat you all up!” And with that
he placed his big paw upon the mouse’s tiny body, so that the poor frightened little mouse couldn’t
move. “Please, forgive me, oh, King of the animals! I didn’t mean to wake you up. I was just
playing! If you let me go now, maybe I can help you one day!” the mouse squeaked.
This made the lion roar with laughter. “You? Help me? Ha ha ha. You are so small, how
could you help me?!" And with that he changed his mind, "Alright, I will let you go, because you
would be such a tiny morsel anyway!”
A few months later the lion was prowling around, taking care of his majestic duties, when
he got caught in a trap.
He struggled to get free, but the more he tried to free himself, the more he got tangled in
the net.
Luckily, the same little mouse was passing by and saw what had happened. The king of the
animals was in trouble!
Happy to finally be able to help the lion, the mouse rushed to his aid and started gnawing
through the ropes.
“I didn’t believe you would be able to help me, but I was wrong," said the lion, when he
was set free by the little mouse. From that day on, the lion and the mouse became good friends.
MOTI, Fatima Sahara S.
Grade 5- Love
The City Mouse and the Country Mouse
Once a little mouse who lived in the country invited a little Mouse from the city to visit
him. When the little City Mouse sat down to dinner he was surprised to find that the Country
Mouse had nothing to eat except barley and grain.
“Really,” he said, “you do not live well at all; you

should see how I live! I have all sorts of fine things to eat
every day. You must come to visit me and see how nice
it is to live in the city.” The little Country Mouse was
glad to do this, and after a while he went to the city to
visit his friend.
The very first place that the City Mouse took the
Country Mouse to see was the kitchen cupboard of the
house where he lived. There, on the lowest shelf, behind
some stone jars, stood a big paper bag of brown sugar.
The little City Mouse gnawed a hole in the bag and
invited his friend to nibble for himself.
The two little mice nibbled and nibbled, and the

Country Mouse thought he had never tasted anything so delicious in his life. He was just thinking
how lucky the City Mouse was, when suddenly the door opened with a bang, and in came the cook
to get some flour.
“Run!” whispered the City Mouse. And they ran as fast as they could to the little hole
where they had come in. The little Country Mouse was shaking all over when they got safely away,
but the little City Mouse said, “That is nothing; she will soon go away and then we can go back.”
After the cook had gone away and shut the door they stole softly back, and this time the
City Mouse had something new to show: he took the little Country Mouse into a corner on the top
shelf, where a big jar of dried prunes stood open. After much tugging and pulling they got a large
dried prune out of the jar on to the shelf and began to nibble at it. This was even better than the
brown sugar. The little Country Mouse liked the taste so much that he could hardly nibble fast
enough. But all at once, in the midst of their eating, there came a scratching at the door and a sharp,
loud MIAOUW!
“What is that?” said the Country Mouse. The City Mouse just whispered, “Sh!” and ran as fast as
he could to the hole. The Country Mouse ran after, you may be sure, as fast as HE could. As soon
as they were out of danger the City Mouse said, “That
was the old Cat; she is the best mouser in town,–if she
once gets you, you are lost.”
“This is very terrible,” said the little Country

Mouse; “let us not go back to the cupboard again.”
“No,” said the City Mouse, “I will take you to the cellar;
there is something especial there.”
So the City Mouse took his little friend down the

cellar stairs and into a big cupboard where there were
many shelves. On the shelves were jars of butter, and
cheeses in bags and out of bags. Overhead hung bunches
of sausages, and there were spicy apples in barrels
standing about. It smelled so good that it went to the
little Country Mouse’s head. He ran along the shelf and nibbled at a cheese here, and a bit of butter
there, until he saw an especially rich, very delicious-smelling piece of cheese on a queer little stand
in a corner. He was just on the point of putting his teeth into the cheese when the City Mouse saw
him.
“Stop! stop!” cried the City Mouse. “That is a trap!”
The little Country Mouse stopped and said, “What is a trap?”
“That thing is a trap,” said the little City Mouse. “The minute you touch the cheese with
your teeth something comes down on your head hard, and you’re dead.”
The little Country Mouse looked at the trap, and he looked at the cheese, and he looked at
the little City Mouse. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said, “I think I will go home. I’d rather have barley
and grain to eat and eat it in peace and comfort, than have brown sugar and dried prunes and
cheese,–and be frightened to death all the time!”
So the little Country Mouse went back to his home, and there he stayed all the rest of his
life.

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The Mouse and the Lion

The City Mouse and the Country Mouse

“Really,” he said, “you do not live well at all; you

The two little mice nibbled and nibbled, and the

“This is very terrible,” said the little Country

So the City Mouse took his little friend down the

“Stop! stop!” cried the City Mouse. “That is a trap!”

The little Country Mouse stopped and said, “What is a trap?”

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