Now the bad Fox had
crept up the hill, and into
the garden, and if the Cock
and Mouse hadn’t been
asleep, they would have seen
his sharp eyes peeping in
at the window.
“Rat tat tat, Rat tat tat”, the Fox knocked at the door.
“Who can that be?” said the
Mouse, half opening his eyes.
“Go and look for yourself, if
you want to know,” said the
rude Cock
“It’s the postman perhaps,”
thought the Mouse to himself,
“and he may have a letter
for me.” So without waiting to
see who it was, he lifted the
latch and opened the door.