Chapter 121 120. Palace mice and garden mice

A mouse was startled by a house cat while nibbling on a piece of cheese in the pantry, and somehow escaped into the garden in a befuddled manner. It hid under a lettuce and wondered.He thought a lot, and then he remembered that his father, God bless his soul, had said that he had a friend the field mouse who lived under a fig tree in the garden.So it ran around, found the hole, and got in. His father's friend was dead too, but his son lived there.They introduced themselves and got to know each other.The Garden Mouse was so hospitable, and entertained the Palace Mouse for two days that he completely forgot about the pantry, the cheese, the cat, and so on.

But on the third day, the palace mouse was tired of eating radishes, and felt sick whenever he smelled radishes.It said, "My friend, I can no longer stay here and trouble you." "My friend, why are you leaving so soon? Anyway, stay one more day." "No, my friend, they are waiting for my return." "Who is waiting for you?" "An uncle . . . well, I have an idea. Come home with me, and we'll have lunch there, and then you'll come back." The Garden Mouse was eager to see the house where the Palace Mouse lived, so he agreed.Together they ran towards the palace.

As soon as they were out of the garden, they climbed onto the shelves beside the palace, and entered the palace through the little window of the pantry. "What a beautiful house!" exclaimed the Garden Mouse at the sight of the pantry. “It smells delicious in here!” "Come down, my friend, you're welcome, and eat whatever you want." "No, thank you, my friend. I have no experience. I'm afraid that after I go down and eat, I won't be able to find my way back. I'd better stay here, on this window sill..." "Well, wait a minute," said the Palace Mouse, and went down by himself to the pantry.

Just as it was going to eat a piece of bacon, the cat hiding nearby jumped out and caught the palace mouse. "Chirp, chirp, chirp..." the poor little mouse screamed. The Garden Mouse's heart was pounding, and he thought, what is he talking about? Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp? So he really has an uncle, because isn't he calling "uncle"? What a welcome! That's good enough! Humph, if my uncle treats his nephew like this, one can imagine how he will treat me, a mouse who has never met before! So, it ran back to the garden, jumping up and down. (Molige area)