"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.
The End
