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Updated: June 1, 2025
It has been supposed by certain naturalists that the song of the house-mouse is the result of a disease in its throat, and is therefore a precursor of death. The mouse that came to my study ceased her visits soon after the week had passed and was never seen again; and I was unable to determine how her end was hastened.
And the window looked out on the woods; and then down at the bottom of the wall there was a very tiny hole, which the house-mouse was just able to squeeze through, so that she could slip into the woods and home again whenever she pleased. In this way, the house-mouse had a very enjoyable time; and she had a good time also with regard to the people she lived with.
"But the mistress will never forget me, because she believes I deceived her. And the new cat has set eyes on my hole and she is on the look-out. Some day, sooner or later, I shall be eaten up." "Yes, it's awfully sad," said the wood-mouse. "But what can one do...? Hullo, who's coming now?" The house-mouse turned round and looked in the same direction as the wood-mouse.
"No, I haven't," said the wood-mouse. "What's he called? Is he a smart fellow?" "She's called the brown rat. It's a she," replied the house-mouse. "And she really was very smart at first. She came in the packing-case in which we get our groceries every year from the shop in Copenhagen. It is a great big case, full of the most delicious things you can think of.
But the nuts were not ripe yet and, if she took them before they were ripe, they were no good to her. And the house-mouse also chose night for going to the larder. Even though her young mistress did nothing to her, nevertheless she dared not be over-impudent, but always waited until she was certain that she would not be disturbed.
And she looked as though she were of a very different opinion, but too polite to say so outright. "Yes, I do, cousin," replied the house-mouse. "I have just got my last seven youngsters off my hands. And every evening the young mistress puts a piece of sugar outside my hole for me. And the forester and the cat are both so old that they positively can't see when I run through the room.
You see, cousin, there is a great deal of wickedness in this world; and we have to put up with it. But it's pretty hard when it comes from one's relations." "That's true, cousin," said the house-mouse. "Are there really any of your relations who do you any harm?" "Harm?" said the wood-mouse. "I daresay that those of whom I'm thinking don't think of doing me any harm.
"Well, you fetched it afterwards, I suppose?" asked the wood-mouse. "You said it was lying outside the hole." "So it was," said the house-mouse. "But now I'll tell you how badly things went. When I got down into the hole, I fell asleep. I don't know how it is, but cinnamon always makes me so beautifully sleepy.
I am hard pressed by the field-mouse and get the blame for all his villainy. Some time ago, the house-mouse had to put up with harm for your sake, because you bit the odd man in the nose or else ate and drank things. Now one has come who is stronger than you; and so it's your turn. Besides, it seems to me that you are big enough to send the rat home to where she came from."
She therefore at once made herself a home in the barn; and the children arrived four days after." "Oh, yes!" said the wood-mouse. "There are always plenty of children and there are always more and more coming." "That is so," said the house-mouse. "But now hear how things went. At first, Cousin Rat was extremely amiable.
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