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Updated: June 10, 2025
Among the house-serfs there was one Ivan, called 'Suhys' Ivan, a coachman or coach-boy, as they called him on account of his small size, in spite of his being no longer young. He was a tiny little man, brisk, snub-nosed, curly-headed, with an everlastingly smiling, childish face, and little eyes, like a mouse's.
Then he noosed the string around the mouse's neck, and as he was about to draw it up, behold, he saw a bishop's retinue, with his sumpter-horses and his attendants. And the bishop himself came towards him. And he stayed his work. "Lord Bishop," said he, "thy blessing." "Heaven's blessing be unto thee!" said he. "What work art thou upon?" "Hanging a thief that I caught robbing me," said he.
WHAT is the earliest thing you can remember? Master Meadow Mouse's earliest memory was of lying in a soft nest of dried grasses. Sometimes the nest was in inky darkness; and then it was night. Sometimes a shaft of light fell upon the nest through a round hole just above his head; and then it was daytime. That round hole went upwards straight upwards for about a foot.
Then Manawyddan noosed the string about the mouse's neck, and was about to draw it tight when a bishop, with a great following and horses bearing huge packs, came by. 'What work art thou upon? asked the bishop, drawing rein. 'Hanging a thief that I caught robbing me. 'But is not that a mouse that I see in thine hand? asked the bishop. 'Yes; that is the thief, answered Manawyddan.
And towards sunset, while he was still asleep, Tommy Fox slipped through the pasture fence. "Hullo!" he murmured softly as his eyes fell on Master Meadow Mouse's dwelling. "Here's a bit of luck. I smell a Mouse. And he must be taking a nap inside his house." Tommy Fox crept closer to the little hut. Then all at once he straightened up with a look of displeasure on his sharp face.
The high hedge, and the trees that stand beside the cottage, give it a pleasant aspect enough to one who does not know the grimy secrets of the interior; and the summer afternoon was now so bright that I shall remember the scene with a great deal of sunshine over it. Leaving the cottage, we drove through a field, which the driver told us was that in which Burns turned up the mouse's nest.
And then he climbed quickly up the side of the nest and whisked down inside it. The next moment a great commotion frightened him nearly out of his wits. A deafening squawking smote Dickie Deer Mouse's big ears. And something struck him a number of blows that knocked his breath quite out of him.
A Sparrow's wings are just as much like a mouse's fore legs, as a Sparrow's feathers are like a mouse's fur." "How funny!" said Dodo. "But how are a bird's wings like fore legs, when they haven't got any paws or toes or fingers or claws only just long feathers?"
It's her spirit, of course!" "Then the mouse's spirit can very well be up there too." "No, it can't, for mice haven't got any spirit." "Haven't they? That was one for Rud! And the tiresome part of it was that he attended Sunday-school. His fists would have come in handy again now, but his instinct told him that sooner or later Pelle would get the better of him in fighting.
All the while, Vholes, buttoned up in body and mind, looks at him attentively. All the while, Vholes's official cat watches the mouse's hole. Lastly, the client, shaking hands, beseeches Mr. Vholes, for heaven's sake and earth's sake, to do his utmost to "pull him through" the Court of Chancery. Mr.
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