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Soon a cat came into the room.
“The cat! The cat!” said the city mouse.
Away ran the mice as fast as they could go.
Poor little country mouse!
She said to the city mouse,
“Good-by, my friend, I am going home.
In the country I am not afraid.
You have a beautiful house and good things to eat.
But I like my corn better than your cake.”
THE CITY MOUSE AND THE GARDEN MOUSE.
The city mouse lives in a house;
The garden mouse lives in a bower;
He’s friendly with the frogs and toads,
And sees the pretty plants in flower.
The city mouse eats bread and cheese;
The garden mouse eats what he can;
We will not grudge him seeds and stalks,
Poor little timid, furry man.
Christiana G. Rossetti.
