Chapter 2 cat and mouse partnership

There was a cat who knew a mouse, and talked to it how much he liked mice, and wanted to make friends with it, so that the mouse finally agreed to live with the cat and live together. "We must get something for the winter, or we shall starve in winter," said the Cat. "And you, my little mouse, don't go anywhere, for I am afraid you will be caught in some mouse-trap." The mice took the cat's good advice, and they bought a jar of lard, but neither of them knew where to put the lard.They thought about it left and right, and finally the cat said: "I think this lard is very suitable to be placed in the church, because no one dares to steal things in the church. We hide the lard under the altar. It is not a last resort." Never touch it while it's on." And so the lard jug was put in a safe place.But after a while, the cat began to want to eat lard, so he said to the mouse: "Little mouse, I want to tell you something. My cousin just gave birth to a baby, and asked me to be the godmother of the baby. Then The little one is white all over, with some brown spots. I'm going to take him to the christening, so I'm going out for a while today, and you will stay at home by yourself, will you?" "Yes, yes," said the mouse, " Go ahead. If there's anything good to eat, remember me. I'd love to taste some red wine from my christening." None of this is true, of course, because cats have no cousins ​​and are not Please go be a godmother.He went straight to the church, sneaked up to the lard jar, and started licking and licking until the top layer of lard was wiped off.Then he took a walk on the roofs of the town to try his other luck; then he lay down to bask in the sun.Whenever he thinks of that jar of lard, he can't help but lick his lips.It waited until dark before returning home. "Ah, you are back at last," said the mouse, "you must have had a good day?" "Everything went well," replied the Cat. "What did you name the kid?" "No top!" said the Cat dryly. "The top layer is gone!" cried the mouse. "That's a queer name. Is that what your house is called?" "What's that?" said the Cat. The 'worse?'

Not long after, the cat wanted to eat lard again.It said to the mouse: "You have to do me a favor and look at the house alone again. Someone asked me to be a godmother again, and this child has a white circle around his neck. I really can't refuse." The kind mouse agreed. .The cat slipped into the church from behind the city wall and ate half a jar of lard in one go. "There's nothing better than having something in your own mouth," it said, content with the day's reward.When it got home, the mouse asked, "What's the name of the child?" "Half eaten," replied the Cat. "Half eaten! What are you talking about? I've grown up and never heard of a name like that. I bet it wouldn't even be in the calendar!"

Soon, the cat's mouth began to drool again, wanting to lick the lard again. "All good things come in threes," said it, "and I've been asked to be godmother again. The child is swarthy, except for his white paws, and has not a single white hair. It's something that happens every few years." , of course you'll let me go, won't you?" "No top! Half eaten!" replied the mouse, "What strange names! I can't understand it." "You don't go out during the day," said the Cat. "Wearing a dark gray leather jacket all day long, with a long tail, sitting at home thinking wildly, of course I can't figure it out!" While the cat was not at home, the mouse cleaned the house and put things neatly.But the greedy cat ate up the rest of the lard. "One can only be at ease when one eats cleanly," it said to itself.It was full, and it didn't go home with a round belly until it was dark.Seeing it come back, the mouse asked it at once what the third child was named. "You won't like that name either," said the cat, "it's called 'Eat Clean'." "Eat Clean!" cried the mouse, "that name is so incomprehensible! I've never seen it in a book." No. Eat everything! What does that mean?" She shook her head, curled up, and lay down to sleep.

Since then, the cat has never been invited to be a godmother again.But winter came, and there was no longer anything to eat outside.The mice thought of what they had prepared for the winter, and said, "Come on, Cat! Let us fetch the lard we have stored. We shall have a good meal." "Yes," replied the Cat, "that will surely put the You're as pretty as sticking your sharp tongue out the window to drink the northwest wind." They set out for church, but when they got there they found the lard jug was still there, but it was empty. "My God!" said the mouse, "I see what's going on now! What a good friend you are! When you were going to be some kind of godmother, you ate up all this lard! First you ate the top of it." layer, then ate half of it, and finally...""Shut up!" the cat yelled, "If you keep talking, I'll eat you too!""...Eat All naked," blurted the poor mouse.As soon as he finished speaking, the cat jumped on him, grabbed him, and swallowed him.Such is the world!