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The Country Mouse and the City Mouse
The following story of the two mice, with the
similar fables of The Boy who cried Wolf, The Frog King, and The
Sun and the Wind, are given here with the hope that they may be
of use to the many teachers who find the over-familiar material
of the fables difficult to adapt, and who are yet aware of the
great usefulness of the stories to young minds. A certain degree
of vividness and amplitude must be added to the compact
statement of the famous collections, and yet it is not wise to
change the style-effect of a fable, wholly. I venture to give
these versions, not as perfect models, surely, but as renderings
which have been acceptable to children, and which I believe
retain the original point simply and strongly.
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.
How to Tell Stories to Children and Some Stories to Tell
By: Sara Cone Bryant |
