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Besides, there are one or two awkward customers among them, such as the crow, for instance, and the rook and the jackdaw, who all belong to the same family. Not to speak of the stork and the buzzard, for whom a wood-mouse is a mere mouthful." "Yes, I know," said the house-mouse. "Well, we all have our worries. And, at any rate, you don't have the cat. She's the trickiest of the lot."
So gradually they packed everything on the top of me: sugar and coffee and tea and cinnamon and chocolate and starch and all sorts of groceries, until the case was full up. Then on with the lid and away with us to the station." "That must have been a nice journey," said the house-mouse, licking her lips. "It was," said the rat. "In a way.
"So they are," said the house-mouse. "My case is the same as yours. You need not fear, however, that I have come to beg. I have only come to have a chat with you. Can't we go into your place for a little while?" The wood-mouse reflected a bit. She very much objected to having the other down and letting her see all the beautiful food that lay stored up below.
The house-mouse had been downstairs calling on me and can bear witness that there's not a bite or a sup to be found in my place." She winked at the house-mouse to confirm the truth of her fib. But the house-mouse could not take her eyes off the black rat, who had lain down in the snow and was moaning piteously: "You're catching cold, cousin," she said kindly.
I hope your outing will agree with you better than our black cousin's did with her. For she fell down and died where she lay." "Cousin me no cousins!" said the brown rat. "It's awful the way you people out here in the country brag about relationship. What's become of the house-mouse?" "She's run home," said the wood-mouse.
Then, one morning, the house-mouse went out through the hole to the wood. It was at the time when the cat got her morning milk, so she thought there was a chance of peace and no danger. She ran a good way off over the snow, right to the foot of the big beech, where she knew that Cousin Wood-Mouse had her nest.
"Yes," said the wood-mouse, "we must start toiling for our daily bread again. At any rate, you are better off than I, cousin, for the present, as you don't have the winter to think about. You're snug indoors, close to the forester's larder." "I am," said the house-mouse. "And there is almost more in the larder in the winter than in the summer." "Yes, yes," said the wood-mouse.
But, a little way off, sat the red fox, with his ugly, clever face: "That's the sort of people they are," he said. "When you ask them for something, they're not at home. But they never forget to call for thanks!" The house-mouse went about quietly, minding her business.
"You are very likely right," said the house-mouse. "All the more reason why I should value my good fortune while it lasts. But, all the same, I can't understand how my good fortune can be your misfortune." "Oh, it's not so difficult to understand as all that!" said the wood-mouse. "You see, when a forester is very old, he looks after the wood badly.
"Unfortunately, I have eaten up everything and have to starve myself for the remainder of the winter. The house-mouse got a couple of nuts out of me and the black rat the rest of my store. If you had come earlier, there would have been a morsel for you as well, perhaps." "I think I will pay you a visit in your rooms," said the brown rat. "Or you can come up here for a bit and chat to me.
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